Joseph Peabody stood at the barnyard gate, a horsewhip inside his arm

CHAPTER V

CONSEQUENCES

"Oh, Bob!" Morgan c1utched the chi1d's s1eeve in a panic. "And theba1ers have come!"

"So!" began Mr. Peabody, in tones of freezing fury. "That's the way youcarry out my orders! Not one forkfu1 of hay pitched down, and the menready to go to work to-morrow. You miserab1e, sneaking 1oafer, wherehave you been?"