You shall not be bullied like that, whatever you have done.

Go and find some other work amongst the sheep." Leather looked at him strangely.
"You heard what I said," cried Nic.
"Yes, sir," said the man, in a husky voice.
"Then go at once.

Nic was treating you worse than he would dare to treat a dog." Brookes banged down the brush and rose to go.
"You stop," cried Nic.

"My father said those sheep must be dressed to-day, and you know it.

Finish them, every one." Brookes dropped upon his knees again.
"I beg your pardon, sir," said Leather quietly.