“What boy?” asked Barker.
“Landes’ friend. Catch him!”
Barker caught Bob by one arm, and, running up, the scar-faced man caught him by the other. Bob tried to break away, but found it useless.
“Hold him tight, Barker. I’ll bind his hands behind him.”
“What for?”
“I have reasons. Hold him. That’s it.”
Casco produced a bit of strong cord, and with it bound Bob’s hands together tightly.
“Now come along, and don’t make any noise,” he said to the youth.
“Where to?”
“To that hay-stack over there.”