Them's our terms, Isaac, and you ha' got
to say yes or no to them at once."
"Maybe the child 'ud rather feel my right ahrum," burst from Mother
Bunch.
"No," said Isaac, sullenly. "You have me in a trap, and I must do what
you wish. You'll be true to your promise about the hour, Hester.
Oh!--it's the meanest trick that was ever played on a feller, and I'll
be even with every one of you yet."
"You may do your worst, child--we ain't afeard," responded Mother
Bunch. "Three cheers, boys all--for Isaac Dent have lost his
sweetheart."
The room rang again with the sound of boisterous merriment, and in the
midst of the confusion and uproar Hester slipped away.
She was going to Miss Vallence, to ask her to come with her at once,
and so to redeem her promise.
CHAPTER XXXIII.
The dread of corporal punishment, the dire sensation of fear, is about
the only weapon which produces salutary results on certain individuals.
They belong to the lowest of the race, but they undoubtedly do exist,
and it is well to know how to deal with them.
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