"Here is his horse-pistol," said Snap, picking it up. "I think
I'll keep it for the present."
A rope happened to be handy, and with great care they fastened one
end around the negro's right wrist. Then they brought that hand
over to the other and tied the two together. With another piece of
the, rope they tied one ankle fast to the other.
The job was just finished when the negro awoke in a lazy sort of way.
He stared stupidly at the young hunters and then his eyes opened
widely and he sat bolt upright.
"Wha-what's dis?" he stammered. "Whar did yo' cum from?"
"Stay where you are," ordered Snap, sternly, and flourished the
horse-pistol.
"Do-doan yo' shoot me!" cried the negro.
"Then stay right where you are. If you try to get up this pistol
may go off."
"Has yo' been a-follerin' me?"
"Never mind. We have found you and you are our prisoner," put
in Shep.
"Huh! Does yo' t'ink I'se afraid ob foah boys!"
"Well, do you want to be shot?" asked Snap, holding the pistol on a
level with the colored man's head.
"Stop!" screamed the rascal.
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