Ezekiel Mason from the bottom of the buggy produced a long and stout piece of clothes-line.
“What do you mean to do?” inquired the outlaw uneasily.
“You will see soon enough. No, don’t try to get up, as you value your life. Now tie him, Mason, while I keep him covered with the revolver.”
“We’ve had enough of this,” said the outlaw sullenly. “Let me go and I’ll do you no harm.”
“I don’t mean that you shall, my honest friend.”
“But if you persist in this outrage I swear that you will be a dead man within thirty days.”
“Be careful how you talk or you may be a dead man within thirty minutes,” answered Luke.
While the outlaw was covered by Luke’s revolver Farmer Mason, though his tremulous hands showed that he was nervous, managed to tie him securely. Fox began to understand the sort of man with whom he was dealing and remained silent, but his brain was busy trying to devise some method of escape.
At length the dangerous prisoner was securely tied.
“What shall we do with him?” asked Ezekiel.