Ashby had been equally successful in "quieting" Hazelton.
"Now hustle," ordered Duff.

"You pick up Hazelton.

I'll take Reade.
Carry 'em over your shoulder--that's the way to do.

Now, follow me and don't make a sound.

We'll please ourselves this night with what we'll do to the meddling pair!" With Tom Reade over his shoulder, senseless and inert, Duff started off in the darkness, while the rattle of firearms continued.
George Ashby, muttering to himself, followed with Harry Hazelton.
The gambler staggered slightly under the weight of his human burden.