“He’s the Town Marshal, a’n’t he?”
“Yes sir.”
“Well, he’ll be Town Marshal no more!”
“I don’t know sir.”
Friend was then conducted back to the General.
“Are you ready, sir?” asked the men, each presenting his pistol.
“No; don’t kill him,” said the General, “but take him yonder, and keep him till I call for him.”
They took him down under a rail road trestle, and kept him half an hour surrounded by men, who amused themselves by torturing him with all sorts of alarms, questions and indignities.
At the expiration of that time, General Baker rode by, and directed that he be taken to the “dead ring.”
“Oh, here you are Tom,” said Gaston, approaching the corner of the Post-Master’s house. “I’ve been looking for you. You know we’ve got Watta down there.”