Meanwhile, the young man approached Mrs. Payson.

"I hope you're not much hurt, madam," said he respectfully.

"I expect about every bone in my body's broke," she groaned.

Raising her to her feet, it became manifest that the damage was
limited to a pair of hands begrimed by contact with the earth.
Nevertheless, the old lady persisted that "something or 'nother
was broke. She didn't feel quite right inside."

"I shouldn't keer so much," she added, "ef I'd caught that
aggravatin' boy. I'd go fifty miles to see him hung. He'll die on
the gallows, jest as sure's I stan' here."

At this moment a shrill cry was heard, which could proceed from
no one but Pomp.

"Golly, Mass' Jack, don't hit so hard. Couldn't help it, sure."

"You'll have to help it the next time, you little rascal!"
responded Ajax.

"Le' me go. I hope to be killed if I ever do it ag'in," pleaded
Pomp, dancing about in pain.

"I hope you gin it to him," said the old lady, as the driver
reappeared.