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"Ye can't tell me that ye ain't goin' never to get married, Lem?" Crabbe lifted his hooked arm viciously. "I ain't said nothin' like that. I says as how Scraggy can keep away from my scow." "Don't she never come here no more?" asked Eli in disbelief. "Nope, not after them three beatin's I give her. She kept a comin', and I had to wallop her. I'd do it again if she snoops 'bout here."
A tall white figger wuz a-standin' before the glass, draped from head to foot in heavy white drapery. I'd often turned it over in my mind in hours of ease which I'd ruther have appear to me in the night a burglar or a ghost. And now in the tumultous beatin's of my heart I owned up that I would ruther a hundred times it would be a burglar.
"We'll have to wallop him a bit, if he did." "I reckon I ain't got no mad at the creeter," Buck replied. "A man must keep out'n reach of a mule. Seein' the mule's got only a few feet of play in his laigs, he ought to be able to do that! No; I ain't goin' to recommend no beatin's f'r the mule!" "Buck," said the old lady, "these are boys from New York, my old home!
Jack was already edging the car to the right so that he would have room for a turn. "No! Step on 'er! Let 'er out, why don't yuh? Damn it, what yuh killin' time for? Yuh trying to throw us down? Want that guy to call a cop and pinch the outfit? Fine pal you are! We've got to beat it while the beatin's good. Go on, Jack that's a good boy. Step on 'er!"
"I'll not be gone more'n an hour," said Long Jim, picking up his rifle confidently, and flitting away among the woods. "Not likely he'll see anything," said Shif'less Sol, "but I'd shorely like to know what White Lightning is about. He must be terrible stirred up by them beatin's he got down on the Ohio, an' they say that Mohawk, Thayendanegea is a whoppin' big chief, too.
And if you'd been brung up among horses, as your father was, you'd know as them obstinate wans as wants the bits in their teeth are the wans as gets the beatin's. You're no horse, but things will go crossways to you all your loife if you don't do different. When there's nayther roight nor wrong in the matter let iverybody have their own way." And then little Jim became downright sulky.
By an' by mah mahster sol' me an' mah baby to de man what had de plantation nex' to ours. His name was John Lee. He was good to me, an' let me see my chillens. I nevah got no beatin's. Onliest thing I evah got was a li'l slap on de han', lak dat. Didn't hurt none. But I'se seen cullud men on de Bradley plantation git tur'ble beatin's. De whippin' boss was Joe Sylvester, a white man.
For a time after this second beating he could not have escaped had he been free. Sandy was in unusually good humor. "I'll take the devil out of you all right," he told Kazan for the twentieth time. "There's nothin' like beatin's to make dogs an' wimmin live up to the mark. A month from now you'll be worth two hundred dollars or I'll skin you alive!"
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