We just sat. The two fellows played cards and smoked and talked rough and loud, and wasted their time this way. The sun was mighty hot, and they yawned and yawned. Tobacco smoking so much made them stupid. But we yawned, too. The general made the sleep sign to Fitz and me, and we nodded. The general and I stretched out and were quiet. I really was sleepy; we had had a hard night.
"You fellows going to sleep?" asked Walt.
We grunted at him.
"Then we'll tie your hands and we'll go to sleep," he said. "Come on, Bat. Maybe it's a put-up job."
"No, sir; that wasn't in the bargain," objected the general.
"Aw, we got your parole till twelve o'clock, but we're going to tie you anyway," replied that Walt. "We didn't say how long we'd leave your hands loose. We aren't going to sit around and keep awake, watching you guys. When we wake up we untie you again."
We couldn't do anything; and they tied the general's hands and my hands, but Fitzpatrick begged off.
"I want to use my camera," he claimed. "And I've got only one hand anyway. I can't untie knots with one hand."
They didn't know how clever Fitz was; so they just moved him and fastened him by the waist to a tree where he couldn't reach us.
"We'll be watching and listening," they warned. "And if you try any foolishness you'll get hurt."