plaint of the treatment you receive at my hands. You have gone and told it far and near that I give you low wages and knock you about like a dog. I wish you were a dog! I'd set-to this minute and never stir from the spot till I'd cut every strip of flesh from your bones with this whip."
He flourished his tool. The end of the lash just touched my forehead. A warm excited thrill ran through my veins, my blood seemed to give a bound, and then raced fast and hot along its channels. I got up nimbly, came round to where he stood and faced him.
"Down with your whip!" said I, "and explain this instant what you mean."
"Sirrah! to whom are you speaking?"
"To you. There is no one else present, I think. You say I have been calumniating you—complaining of your low wages and bad treatment. Give your grounds for these assertions."
Crimsworth had no dignity, and when I sternly
