She got a huge ball of heavy cord from her bureau and spent the next twenty minutes in tying him up. Then she pointed out of the window.
“Is that your wagon out there behind the barn?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Thought you would carry away my silver in it?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
The woman called her husband, who was hiding behind the baby’s crib in the next room.
“Here, John,” she said, “take some of this furniture out.”
John came in and got to work. The burglar watched with curious eyes. Suddenly his face blanched. He looked out of the window and saw in the light of the moon what John was carrying.
“What are you doing to me?” he asked.
The woman began cutting his cords.