"I'll kill you some day."
"Possibly, but that don't let you out of this scrape."
By this time Fred had the gag ready, and a stout pressure on the prisoner's cheeks caused him to open his mouth.
The wood was thrust between Gus' teeth, and Fred tied his handkerchief over it to prevent it from slipping.
"Now when you're willing to walk I'll take that out," he said. "Once in every few minutes, when we have to stop to rest I'll look at your eyes. If you wink, it means you're ready to do as I say."
Gus glared at him savagely; but was careful to keep his eyes wide open.
Again Fred shouldered his burden, realizing, meanwhile that he could never reach Farley's if his prisoner remained obstinate.
When an hundred yards had been traversed he was forced to rest.
Gus' eyes stared at him.
A second and a third time was this repeated. At each interval the distance was shorter, and Fred knew he could not travel much farther.