And I moved over to where I could get a better range at his head.
He ducked, and then came out slowly, and faced Ford.
“If you were alone I would soon do you up,” he hissed.
“But I am not alone,” laughed my helper. “Hold out your hands.”
“What for?”
“I’m going to bind them.”
“Do as Ford says,” I put in. “We mean business, Carney.”
The fisherman hesitated for a moment, and then held out his hands. Ford caught up a bit of rope, and soon had the wrists crossed and tightly bound.
“Now watch him, Rube, while I shove the boat out.”
“What are you going to do with me?” asked Carney anxiously.