“Drag him out.”
At this command a helpless figure was pulled forth.
The night was dark and the place the outskirts of the city of Omaha. Near at hand rose the black hulk of a silent and apparently deserted building.
“All right, driver.”
The door of the hack slammed, the driver whipped up his horses, and the men were left with the helpless one in their midst.
“Make him walk,” said the first speaker. “He’s conscious, for he tried to get his hands free inside.”
They moved, forcing along their captive. Close up to the wall to the wall of the building they halted.
“Have you the key?” asked one.
“Yes; here it is.”
“Open the door. Hurry up. The watchman may see us, and it will be all off.”