6/30 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 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. 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. |