Benny shot a quick glance at his sister before replying, which, however, did not escape his father's eye.
"Ay" he said, stoutly; "I ain't got no more."
"You lie, you villain!" roared the father; "fork it out this moment."
"I tell yer I ain't got none," said Benny. Nelly was about to speak here, but a glance from her brother silenced her.
"Will you fork it out?" said the father again.
"No," was the reply.
In a moment Dick Bates had taken the leather strap from his waist, and without mercy rained blow after blow upon the head and shoulders of his child.
At first Benny bore the blows without shrinking and without uttering a cry; but this only the more aggravated the inhuman father, and faster and more furious fell the blows, till the little fellow shrieked with pain and begged for mercy. But there was no mercy in the father's heart, and still the blows fell, till little Nelly, unable longer to bear it, rushed in between her father and brother, saying, "You shall not beat Benny so."
"Oh, you want it too, do you?" roared he. "Then take that, and that, and that."
"Father," said Benny, "will you strike Nell?"
The question for a moment seemed to stagger him, and he looked down upon the pleading face of his suffering child, and into those great round eyes that were full of pain and tears, and the hand that was raised to strike fell powerless to his side, and with a groan he turned away.
