“Don’t!” he begged. “What have I done to you? Let me go, please! Let me go!”
“We’ll let you go,” was the retort. “We’re just going to give you a little ride. You will enjoy it.”
“Look out for him,” cautioned the other man. “He may set up a whoop.”
“I know he won’t, because I’ll choke the gizzard out of him if he does. Don’t you even peep, kid!”
“I never hurt you,” whispered the agitated boy. “Let me get out. Cap’n Wiley will miss me. He told me to wait.”
“You didn’t have time to wait, kid. You was in a hurry. You met some very dear friends, who took a great interest in you, and you couldn’t linger for Cap’n Wiley.”
“Where are you taking me?”
“Oh, we will take you to a nice place, where there are lots of pretty things, and you will enjoy yourself. Eh, Sam?”
“Sure, Bill!” agreed Sam.
“I don’t want to go.”