The boy's back was toward him, but
the man observed the newcomer and gave a nod. Then he dropped his eyes
again to the table.
Kenneth was frowning sullenly.
"You're bound to lose the pawn, whichever way you play," said the
little man quietly.
The boy gave an angry cry, and thrust the table from him, sending the
chess-men clattering into a corner. Instantly the little man leaned
over and grasped the boy by the collar, and with a sudden jerk landed
him across his own fat knees. Then, while the prisoner screamed and
struggled, the man brought his hand down with a slap that echoed
throughout the room, and continued the operation until Master Kenneth
had received a sound spanking.
Then he let the boy slip to the floor, from whence he arose slowly and
backed toward the door, scowling and muttering angrily.
"You broke the bargain, and I kept my word," said Uncle John, calmly
taking his pipe from his pocket and filling it. "The compact was that
if you raised a rough-house, like you did yesterday, and got unruly,
that I'd give you a good thrashing. Now, wasn't it?"
"Yes," acknowledged the boy.
"Well, that blamed temper o' your'n got away with you again, and
you're well spanked for not heading it off.
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