His comrade was served in
the same way, but the shiftless one was uncommonly strong and
agile. He managed to writhe half way to his knees, and he
shouted in a tremendous voice:
"Run, Henry, run! You can't do anything for us now!"
Braxton Wyatt struck him fiercely across the mouth. The blood
came, but the shiftless one merely spat it out, and looked
curiously at the renegade.
"I've often wondered about you, Braxton," he said calmly. " I
used to think that anybody, no matter how bad, had some good in
him, but I reckon you ain't got none."
Wyatt did not answer, but rushed forward in search of the
others. But Henry, Silent Tom, and Long Jim had vanished. A
powerful party of warriors had stolen upon Shif'less Sol and
Paul, while they were absorbed in the chase of the old man and
the boy, and now they were prisoners, bound securely. Braxton
Wyatt came back from the fruitless search for the three, but his
face was full of savage joy as he looked down at the captured
two.
"We could have killed you just as easily," he said, "but we
didn't want to do that. Our friends here are going to have their
fun with you first."
Paul's cheeks whitened a little at the horrible suggestion, but
Shif'less Sol faced them boldly.
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