"Jud Carpenter," said the old man rising "I am a man of God it is my faith an' hope. I'm gettin' old, but I have been a man in my day, an' I've still got strength enough left with God's he'p to stop you. You shan't tech that child." In an instant Carpenter was ablaze profane, abusive, insolent and as the old man stepped between him and the bed, the Whipper-in's anger overcame all else.
Above him, with legs locked, high up around the body of a dead willow, his seat the stump of a broken bough and fully twenty feet above the employment agent's head, sat Archie B., a freckled-faced lad, with fiery red hair and a world of fun in his blue eyes. He was one of the Butts twins and the very object of the Whipper-in's thoughts.