Poor William sat in the treacherous rocking-chair repeating this commandment, while Gray-beard wrote at his desk. William might as well have sat there imitating the cry of some animal or bird, for his mind was not dwelling upon the words he was uttering, but following his eyes as they moved from one strange object to another,--the pictures, the gilt frames, the sea shells, the clock on the mantelpiece, then something hanging near the window absorbed his attention, and his tongue and lips ceased to move as he drew with his finger on his knee the figure 1, adding to it a number of aughts. Gray-beard noted the pause, and said, "Go on, William, don't stop." After some little prompting, the boy resumed, but his finger kept moving, making the figure 1 and a string of aughts after it. When Gray-beard and William T. Sherman left the school-room, Brush and I and the rest of the five went toward the spring and sat under the large elm. Brush lay down on the grass and read a book he had borrowed from the superintendent, while the rest of us talked. "I'd like to see that boy who told on William T. Sherman; I'd give him a licking," said Warren. "I'd kick him hard," added Edwin. "I bet it's that tell-tale Edson; he ought to be thumped!" I suggested. While we were talking, William came and sat down with us. Every now and then a quivering sigh would escape him, although he tried not to show that he had been crying. Little Bob, believing as we did that William had been whipped, and, desiring to express sympathy, said, "Say, did it hurt?" William did not answer; nobody ever answered Bob. "What did Gray-beard do to you?" I asked, turning to William. "He made me sit down and say a commandment one hundred times." "Which one was it? Say it to us." "I don't want to say it; I said it enough." After a pause he asked, "What is swear?" "When you call God names, that's swear," said Warren. "I don't do that. I know God, it's the same Omahas call Wa-kon-da; but I don't know what means lord." "It's a man just like big chief," explained Lester; "he has plenty of horses and lots of money. When he tells anybody to do anything, he got to do it; that's a lord." "Is Gray-beard lord?" "No, Gray-beard isn't lord." "Say, boys, a one and six aughts is one million, ain't it?" "Yes," we answered in chorus. "Gray-beard is lord. He's got one million dollars. I saw it on a book hanging by his window; it had a name, I can't say it, then Bank and Cap'tal, and then a one and six aughts,--that's a million. He's got one million dollars!"