Corporal Forester waved his hand again. The doors of the trailer were locked and it started across the bridge.
Then the second trailer was unloaded and sent away. When its cargo had added themselves to the line, the corporal again approached Bennington.
"Want a roll call, sir?"
"The count is correct, but a roll call will help get them in order, in the right frame of mind." Bennington raised his megaphone to his lips. "Now get this! When your name is called, sound out HERE and run for that gate. Then walk up the path and through the open door.
"John Musto."
A stockily-built, dark-faced man stepped from the line and with an exaggerated slowness dawdled toward the gate. His pose lasted only a moment. One of the Duncannon guards stepped forward and smacked his rifle barrel across Musto's kidneys. The bank robber and murderer pitched headlong to his knees, got up slowly with a snarl. But when the guard gestured again with his rifle, Musto broke into a shambling run.
Bennington waited until the first of the brothers stood panting at the gate, then called, "Pietro Musto."
One example had been enough. Pietro took off on the double. In five minutes the last man had vanished into The Cage.
"You get these, too, sir." Corporal Forester, with a bundle of papers.
"Right. And thanks for staying, corporal. By the way, isn't there something I sign?"