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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.


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