"So, you young scut! that is how you waste your time.
I'll larn ye a lesson."
The dog was tied, the Indian looked harmless, and the
boy was cowed, so the uncle's courage mounted high. He
had been teaming in the nearby woods, and the blacksnake
whip was in his hands. In a minute its thong was
lapped, like a tongue of flame, around Rolf's legs. The
boy gave a shriek and ran, but the man followed and
furiously plied the whip. The Indian, supposing it was Rolf's
father, marvelled at his method of showing affection, but
said nothing, for the Fifth Commandment is a large one
in the wigwam. Rolf dodged some of the cruel blows, but
was driven into a corner of the rock. One end of the lash
crossed his face like a red-hot wire.
"Now I've got you!" growled the bully.
Rolf was desperate. He seized two heavy stones and
hurled the first with deadly intent at his uncle's head.
Mick dodged in time, but the second, thrown lower, hit
him on the thigh. Mick gave a roar of pain. Rolf
hastily seized more stones and shrieked out, "You come on
one step and I'll kill you!"
Then that purple visage turned a sort of ashen hue.
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