“We weren’t going to steal them. We were only going to hide them.”
“It amounts to the same thing. March!” said the Imp.
“Where to?”
“You’ll soon find out.”
The prisoners were marched to one end of the camp where there were some low bushes. Then Pepper began to whisper, but in a voice so that Coulter and Sabine could hear.
“Fix the bayonets all around, and don’t forget to set the traps. That’s it, now set that trap too. If they dare to move, well, they’ll wish they hadn’t, that’s all.”
“You don’t want to kill them,” whispered Dale, entering into the spirit of the fun.
“They won’t get killed. It will only nip ’em pretty bad—if they move,” answered Pepper.
He opened and shut his pocketknife several times with sharp clicks. Then he announced that all was ready.
“Now don’t move—don’t budge—unless you want to fall into a sharp trap,” said the Imp, to the two prisoners.