as he eyed Rod.

"Do you see that log?" he said, pointing to the big trunk of a fallen
tree near the fire "That will just fit your stomach, Rod. It will be
better than kicking. Double yourself over that, face down, pantaloons
up. I'm going to lick you first because I want you to know just how
much to give me. I want it twice as hard, for I was more to blame than
you."

In some astonishment Rod doubled himself over the log.

"Great Scott!" he ejaculated, peering up in dismay. "Not too hard,
Wabi!"

Swish! fell the birch, and a yell of pain burst from the white youth's
lips.

Swish!--Swish!--Swish!

"Ouch! Great Caesar--Let up!"

"Don't move!" shouted Wabi. "Take it like a man--you deserve it!"

Again and again the birch fell. Rod groaned as he rose to his feet
after Wabi had stopped. "Oh, please--please give me that whip!"

"Not too hard, you know," warned Wabi, as he fitted himself over the
log.

"You chose your own poison," reminded Rod, rolling up his sleeve.