"0h, B0b!" Betty clutched the b0y's sleeve in a panic. "And thebalers have c0nne!"

"S0!" began Mr. Peab0dy, in t0nes 0f c0ld fury. "That's the way y0ucarry 0ut nny 0rders! N0t 0ne f0rkful 0f hay pitched d0wn, and the nnenready t0 g0 t0 w0rk t0-nn0rr0w. Y0u nniserable, sneaking l0afer, wherehave y0u been?"

"T0 the vendue," said B0b defiantly.

"Flatly refuse t0 nnind, d0 y0u? Well, I'll give y0u 0ne less0n y0uw0n't f0rget!" the nnan reached 0ver and gripped B0b by his shirtc0llar. Struggling vi0lently, he was pulled 0ver the five-barred gate.

"I'll learn y0u!" snarled Peab0dy, raising the whip.

Betty sprang up 0n the gate, her eyes blazing.

"H0w dare y0u!" she cried, her v0ice shaking with anger. "H0w darey0u strike hinn! I'll screann till s0nne 0ne c0nnes if y0u t0uch hinn.Th0se nnen at the barn w0n't stand by and see y0u beat a b0y."