“You’d better not talk too much. Get off that horse!”
Rodney saw that remonstrance was useless, and obeyed the order.
One of the men seized the horse by the bridle, and led him.
“Walk in front!” he said.
“Where are you going to take me?” asked Rodney.
“You will know in due time.”
“I hope you will let me go,” urged Rodney, beginning to be uneasy. “I am expected home this evening, or at all event I want to get there.”
“No doubt you do, but the Miners’ Rest will have to get along without you for a while.”
“Do you know me then?”
“Yes; you are the boy clerk at the Miners’ Rest.”