“Don’t move if you value your life!” hissed the scout in his ear. “I am going to bind you but will not harm you if you are quiet.”
It was but a few minutes’ work to carry out his design, and he not only bound but gagged the man.
“I’ll risk you now,” he said.
The other rolled his eyes and glared furiously upon him, but was powerless to help himself.
“Now I’ll just do a little confisticating,” declared Old Fatality, as he prepared to take away a couple of the horses. “As I don’t want you to tell any stories on me I’ll take you along, colonel. Yes, by goll, and I’ll take all of the horses.”
Seizing Landaff in his arms as if he had been a child the scout placed him upon the back of one of the horses.
He then mounted one of the others, and prepared to lead the rest.
Glancing up the ravine to see that the Confederates were nowhere in sight, he started down the road.
Walking the animals until beyond the hearing of his enemies the scout then increased their speed.
A few minutes later he stopped in front of the place where he had left Mara.