Where are the handcuffs?” asked one of the captors.
I don’t know. They haven’t been needed for so long that they have been mislaid.”
“They won’t be needed now. The man can’t get out.”
Rudolph’s face betrayed satisfaction.
There’s your bed,” said Moses Hunt, who had Rudolph by the arm, pointing to a rude cot.
Rudolph threw himself upon it.
I’m dead tired,” he said, and closed his eyes.
The door was locked and Rudolph was left alone.
When five minutes had elapsed—time enough for his captors to get away—he got up.
I must get away from this if I can,” thought the tramp, “and before morning. I am glad they didn’t put on handcuffs. Let me see, how shall I manage it?”