Didactic fiction; Roe, Edward Payson, 1838-1888; Short stories
"I should think not," added Brandt, appealing to the fellow's selfish
hope of escaping further trouble if Bute was taken. "Now get my
prisoner out of bed and dress him as soon as possible."
"But he ain't able ter be moved. The superintendent said he wasn't."
"That's my business, not yours. Do as I bid you."
"Why don't yer yell fer help?" said Bute, in a hoarse whisper.
"Because he knows I'd shoot him if he did," remarked Brandt, coolly.
"Come, old man," said Jack, "luck's agin yer. Ef there's any hollerin'
ter be done, yer's as able ter do that as I be."
"Quick, quick! jerk him out of bed and get him into his clothes. I
won't permit one false move."
Jack now believed that his only means of safety was to be as
expeditious as possible, and that if Bute was taken safely he would be
left unmolested. People of their class rarely keep faith with one
another when it is wholly against their interests to do so. Therefore,
in spite of the wounded man's groans, he was quickly dressed and his
hands tied behind him. As he opened his mouth to give expression to his
protests, he found himself suddenly gagged by Brandt, who stood behind
him. Then a strap was buckled about his feet, and he lay on the floor
helpless and incapable of making a sound.
"Now, Jack," said Brandt, "go before me and bridle and saddle the pony;
then bring him to the door."
Jack obeyed.
"Now put Bute upon him. I'll hold his head; but remember I'm covering
you with a dead bead all the time."
"No need of that. I'm civil enough now."
"Well, you know we're sort of strangers, and it's no more than prudent
for me to be on the safe side till we part company. That's right, strap
his feet underneath. Now lead the pony in such directions as I say.
Don't try to make off till I'm through with you, or you'll be shot
instantly. I shall keep within a yard of you all the time."
They were not long in reaching the horse that Brandt had borrowed, and
Jack said, "I s'pose I kin go now."
"First untie Bute's hands so he can guide the pony."
As the fellow attempted to do this, and his two hands were close
together, Brandt slipped a pair of light steel handcuffs over his
wrists, and the man was in his power. Almost before the new prisoner
could recover from his surprise, he was lifted on the borrowed horse,
and his legs also tied underneath.
"This ain't fa'r. You promised ter let me go when you got Bute off."
"I haven't got him off yet. Of course I can't let you go right back and
bring a dozen men after us. You must be reasonable."
The fellow yelled for help; but the wind swept the sound away.
"If you do that again, I'll gag you too," said Brandt. "I tell you both
once more, and I won't repeat the caution, that your lives depend on
obedience." Then he mounted, and added, "Bute, I'm going to untie your
hands, and you must ride on ahead of me. I'll lead Jack's horse."
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