“Shut up!” Freeland shoved Frederick toward the door.
As he stepped outside, two constables seized him.
“What do you want? Why do you take me?”
A blow in the mouth cut his lip. They twisted his arm, throwing him to the ground.
Hamilton, standing beside his horse, pointed to John, who had followed Frederick to the door.
“That one, too. Take him!” He held a rifle in his hand.
John cried out when they seized him.
All this was taking place just outside the kitchen door, some distance from the barns and outhouses. Motionless black figures could be seen. Now a kind of hushed wail was heard.
Henry, running with Sandy behind him, was coming from the barn. A constable met him, a heavy gun at his side. He carried a rope. Hamilton had pointed to Henry, nodding his head.
“Tie him!”