"Lloyd!" Boyce called out and Lloyd answered him quickly. Boyce continued. "This is getting ridiculous!"
"I would say so!" replied Lloyd. "We should've thought twice before charging our friends, here!"
The men took their capture in stride with the rest of their delays, and
Boyce laughed.
"Under the circumstances I couldn't see being cordially invited."
One of the hunters poked Boyce in the ribs with the end of his club and
Lloyd watched.
"I guess that means silence?" Boyce jested.
Lloyd and Boyce were quiet while the leper hunters took them into the heart of Palatka.
Hung in discomfort, they heard the sounds of life get louder until they saw buildings and people pass them on each side while they were carried deeper into the heart of the city.
The haul into the city finally ended and they were dropped to the hard ground, and plumes of dust lolled about their heads.
When the dust settled from in front of their faces they saw a pair of scabby and puffy, sandled feet before them.