Jules uttered a faint groan; but, half stifled, nearly strangled, he had not the strength to attempt the slightest self-defence.
Directly he was flung backwards on the ground, where he measured his length and lay nearly stunned, Beard jumped on him, knelt on his chest, and pinioned him. Jules lay motionless.
The Beard now began tying up the legs of their victim.
"Pass me a scarf!"
"There it is, old 'un!"
"Very good, I am going to apply a 'Be Discreet.'"
The "Be Discreet" of the Beard was a gag, which he rolled round the servant's head in expert fashion.
"Feet firm?" asked the Beard.
"Oh, jolly fine!" said the Beadle. He turned his man over as though he were a bale of goods. Now he tied his victim's hands behind his back.
"Is it far to go to the jaunting car?"