nevolent reflection. He gave the boy a cuff on the ear that almost staggered him.
"Be off with you!" he ordered harshly. "Go away and play. Don't be hanging around here while we're talking."
He spoke so loudly that his words could be clearly heard by the lads hidden in the bushes. The curly-headed boy stood his ground, and evidently repeated what he had said before, for the old man at once became furious.
"Go away and play, I tell you!" he shouted in shrill tones. "I'll call you when I need you. And be sure you come in a hurry when you hear me."
He reached behind him for a heavy cane that was leaning beside the doorway and he struck out viciously at the lad with it. But the boy dodged the blow and ran off toward the mill race, while the old man watched him go, muttering imprecations.
"Leave him alone," said the other man in a guttural voice. "We've got other things to attend to than that brat."
"He's a nuisance. I'll whale the hide off him when he comes back."
"Leave him alone. Markel is waiting for us. Let's go inside."
"All right—all right," muttered the old man peevishly. He turned and followed the other through the doorway.
