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"You ain't gettin' it half as bad as you deserve, an' it'd be a good idea to keep your mouth shut."
As during the first portion of the journey, Gus amused himself by prodding the prisoner with a stick, but as the day lengthened and Tim refused to halt, the boy grew too weary to indulge in such pleasantries.
In order that Fred might carry all the burden, it was necessary to unloosen both his hands, and, without being observed by his companions, he contrived to transfer several crackers from the bag to his pocket.
The second stage of the journey lasted nearly two hours, and then Tim decided the camp should be erected on the bank of a small stream.
They were now, according to Fred's belief, not more than twenty miles from Blacktown, and a trifle less than that distance from Farley's.
As far away as the eye could reach was a town, but no one knew its name.
"We might have stayed nearer home if the camp is to be made so close to a settlement," Gus said fretfully.
"While we keep out of sight n.o.body'll know we're here, an' in case we want to leave suddenly on the cars, it won't be far to walk. I'd like to get hold of a boat, an' then we could run down the stream without much trouble."
"Why not buy one?"
"After a day or two we'll find out if there is any near. Just now we must get the camp built, an' then take things comfortable for awhile."
Fred watched Tim's every movement in order to learn where the money would be hidden; but failed to see any attempt at burying it. The protuberance just over his breast served to show the treasure was yet in his possession, and Gus seemed well content it should remain there.
The prisoner was ordered to hew the materials for the camp while the others put them together, and during this work he contrived to eat the stolen crackers.
The shelter was a rude affair, hardly more than sufficient to protect them from the rays of the sun, and when completed all hands lay down to rest, Fred being bound hand and foot again to prevent any attempt at escape.
Not until night was the prisoner given food, and then Gus doled out two crackers, an amount which would have been little more than an aggravation if he had not previously ministered to his own wants.
During the hours of darkness no watch was kept; but Fred remained awake nearly all the time, straining his ears in the vain hope that he might hear something of Bill.
The second and third days were but repet.i.tions of the first, and then it became necessary to visit the village in order to procure food.
"I'll walk up the stream 'till a place to cross is found," Tim said, "an' if I don't see a boat before then, will strike out for the town.
Keep your eye on the sneak, an' don't give him a chance to get away."
"Help me fix the ropes around his legs a little tighter, an' I'll answer for it that he won't go far."
Tim complied with this request, and when Fred was trussed up like a chicken, he took from his pocket the stolen money.
"It won't do to carry all this, so you'd better take care of it a while.
Ten dollars will be enough for me, even if I should happen to come across the boat."
Subtracting this amount from the total, he gave the remainder to Gus, who put it carelessly in his pocket as if accustomed to handling large sums of money.
Then he started along the bank of the stream, his companion accompanying him a short distance, and Fred realized that the time had come when he must make one desperate attempt to take his jailer prisoner.
"Gus has got nearly all the money," he said to himself, "and if I could manage to slip the ropes it would only be a question of a fight, in which I'm almost certain to get the upper hand."
He had been left seated with his back against the trunk of a tree, and the first move necessary was to release his arms.
To do this he struggled desperately, regardless of the pain; but the bonds remained firm until Gus returned, when, as a matter of course, he did not dare to make any further movement.
"Now Tim is so far away that he can't interfere, I'm going to pay you off for playin' the sneak," Gus said, as he took up his station directly in front of the prisoner. "If I had my way you shouldn't have a bite to eat from now out, an' by the time we get ready to leave you couldn't do much mischief."
"If you're afraid, why not kill me? That's the safest plan."
"I'd like to," was the savage reply, "an' would if I was sure of not bein' pulled up for murder. I can give you a lively time for the next two or three hours, though."
Gus began to fulfill his promise by tickling Fred's nose with a twig, and the prisoner was by no means averse to the cruel sport, since it gave him a good excuse to struggle.
He writhed and twisted as if to move beyond reach of his tormentor; but all the while his sole aim was to release his hands, and Gus was so deeply engrossed with the efforts to cause pain that he failed to understand what his victim might succeed in doing.
CHAPTER XXVI
TURNING THE TABLES
The constant straining caused Fred to perspire freely, and after many vain efforts he succeeded in catching the rope which was around his wrists, under the point of a projecting limb of the tree.
Now he had a purchase, and by a mighty effort at the moment when Gus made a more than usually vicious lunge, slipped one of his hands from the bonds, thanks to the perspiration which moistened the strands.
He did not take immediate advantage of his freedom. It was essential to await a favorable opportunity, and this came when Gus knelt before him for the purpose of p.r.i.c.king the apparently helpless boy with the blade of his knife.
Fred could not arise; but he flung both arms around his tormentor's neck, hugging him so close as to prevent the latter from using his hands.
For an instant his surprise was so great that he remained motionless; but before Fred could take any advantage of his inactivity Gus recovered from the shock to exert all his strength, and began to free himself.
Under ordinary circ.u.mstances Fred would have been no match for his captor; but now the knowledge of what was to be gained lent him great energy, and he clung to him with desperation.
"Let go, or I'll stab you with this knife," Gus shouted; but Fred was too careful of his wind to make any reply.
Over and over they rolled, one trying to use his weapon, while the other did his best to prevent it, and but for an accident the battle might have been continued until the smaller boy was exhausted.
It was not possible to control the direction of their bodies, and suddenly both were precipitated into the stream.
Fred was a good swimmer, while his adversary knew but little of the art, and he succeeded in holding Gus' head under water until he was nearly strangled.
The tables were now turned.
It only remained for Fred to drag the half-unconscious boy to the sh.o.r.e, and there transfer the rope from one pair of legs to the other.
When Gus again had a clear idea of matters he was securely tied, and Fred had put into his own pocket the package of money which Sam was accused of stealing.
To pack in small compa.s.s the remaining store of provisions, cut a stout stick, and place the hatchet in a belt improvised from a piece of the rope, occupied but a few moments, and then Fred said, sternly:
"I'm going to slacken up on your legs a bit, so's you can walk, and now it's your turn to step out lively."