“Like fighting a bull,” panted Uncle Jack. “What arms the fellow has! Got the rope?”
“Yes,” said Uncle Dick, rattling the things in the bag. “Can you turn him over?”
No sooner said than done. The man heard the order, and prepared to resist being turned on one side. Uncle Jack noted this and attacked the other side so quickly that the man was over upon his face before he could change his tactics.
“Keep that dog back, Cob, or he’ll eat him,” said Uncle Bob, making the lantern play on the prostrate man, whose arms were dexterously dragged behind him and tightly tied.
“There,” said Uncle Jack. “Now you can get up and go. Ah, would you, coward!”
This was in answer to a furious kick the fellow tried to deliver as soon as he had regained his feet.
“If he attempts to kick again, loose the dog at him, Cob,” cried Uncle Dick sharply.
Then in an undertone to me:
“No: don’t! But let him think you will.”
“You’ll hev it for this,” cried the man furiously.