think it's me dooty. If ye was a stable-boy and I caught ye in a lie like that, I'd wallop ye till ye could n't stand."
"I never was whipped in my life!"
"The more reason ye need it now. I 've often thought, Master Bobby, that a thorough lickin' would do ye good."
Bobby sprang to his feet.
"Tell him if you want. I don't care!"
"Just as ye please. He's over to Shannon Farms now buyin' the mustang. When he gets back an' finds his son is a liar and a coward, he 'll be returnin' that horse by telephone."
Bobby's flight was suspended while he hung wavering between indignation and desire.
"There it is," said Peter. "I won't go back on me word. Either ye keeps a whole skin an' rides Toddles another year, or ye takes yer lickin' like a man an' gets the horse. Ye can have an hour to think it over."
He rose and sauntered unconcernedly toward the stables. Bobby stared after him, several
