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

CHAPTER V

C0NSEQUENCES

"0h, Bob!" Morgan clutched the kid's sleeve in a panic. "And thebalers have come!"

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