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I put my handkerchief around it because the sprain hurt me so. I certainly can't work!" His voice faltered and he choked. His spirit seemed as much hurt as his body perhaps more. "Huh! Can't work, eh? Then get out!" snarled Mr. Snad. "I want no loafer around here! Get out!" "I'm perfectly willing to go when you pay me what you owe me," said the helper, quietly. "Owe you!
To get back into the game: Link Bardon had hardly finished telling his good Samaritan boy friends of his trouble with Mr. Snad, when the burly farmer reappeared. Striding up to his hired man his former employee he thrust some crumpled bills into his hand, and growled: "Now you get out of here as fast as you can. I've seen enough of you!" "And I may say the same thing!" retorted Link.
He was getting back his nerve. Perhaps Andy and his chums had contributed to this end. "Huh! Don't you go to gettin' fresh!" snapped Mr. Snad. "Don't let him get your goat!" exclaimed Tom, with a cheerful grin. "I've had enough of you young upstarts!" cried the farmer, turning fiercely on Andy and his chums. "Be off!" "Wait until we see if Link has his money all right," suggested Andy.
"I'm not playing off! My arm is injured. And don't you strike me again, Mr. Snad, or I'll " "You will, eh?" burst out the other. "You'll threaten me, will you? Well, I'll teach you! Tryin' to pretend your arm is sprained so you won't have to work. I'll teach you! Take that!" Again the cruel whip came down with stinging force.
"We ought to do you up good and brown!" exclaimed Tom, his fists clenched. "He's only playing off on me he ain't hurt a mite!" growled the farmer. "He's only fakin' on me." "I certainly am not," spoke the young fellow in firm but respectful terms. "I sprained my arm unloading your wagon, Mr. Snad, and I can't drive the team any more to-day.
I hardly think an action in trespass would lie against us, Mr. Snad; so don't put yourself out about it." "That's the stuff!" "Good for you, Andy!" "Say, you got his number all right!" Thus Andy's chums called to him laughingly as the farmer went into the house. "Say, I can't tell how much obliged to you I am," impulsively exclaimed the young fellow with his arm in a sling. "That that "
Snad." "Eh? What's that your business?" "It's the business of everyone to see fair play," said Andy. "And we're going to do it in this case," added Tom, still in even tones. "Are you? Well, I'd like to know how?" sneered the farmer. "Would you? Then listen and you will hear, my friend," went on Tom.
"We saw you assault this young man with a horse-whip, and, while it might take some time to have him sue you for his wages, it won't take us any time at all to get an officer here and have you taken to jail on a criminal charge. The matter of the wages may be a civil matter the horse-whipping is criminal. "So, take your choice, Mr. Snad, if that's your name.
"Well, I don't live much of anywhere," was the reply. "I'm a sort of Jack-of-all-trades. My name is Lincoln Bardon Link, I'm generally called. I work mostly at farming, but I'll never work for Amos Snad again. He's too hard." "Where are you going after you leave here?" asked Frank Newton. "Oh, I've got a friend who works on a farm over in Cherry Hollow. I can go there and get a place.
Snad, I demand my money!" exclaimed the young farm hand. "You'll not get it! Leave my premises! Clear off, all of you," and he glared at the schoolboys. "Mr. Snad, I'll go as soon as you give me my twelve dollars," persisted the youth, his voice trembling. "You'll get no twelve dollars out of me," snapped the man. "Oh, yes, I think he will," spoke Andy. "You'd better pay over that money, Mr.
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