“I have been on that path for ten years and I am alive and——”
“A prisoner.”
“Yes, at present; but I can tell you this, my Quaker friend, that the tree has not yet grown that will furnish a gallows for John Fox.”
“Perhaps so, but I don’t feel sure of it.”
The outlaw’s predicament did not appear to interfere with his appetite. When he had completed his meal Luke called the farmer and requested him to tie his wrists again.
“You can do it better than I,” he said. “Besides, I shall need to stand guard.”