"Now then, Tom Rover, get up," he said sourly.
Tom was glad to arise.
"What are you going to do with me?" he questioned.
"You'll see fast enough."
"Going to try your old tricks of making me a prisoner, I suppose."
"You're a prisoner already."
"Thank you, for nothing," returned Tom, as coolly as he could.
"Don't you get impudent, Tom Rover. If you try it on, you'll get more
than you bargain for, let me tell you that."
"You always were a first-class bully, Baxter. You like to tackle little
boys, or else somebody who is helpless."
"Shut up! I won't listen to you, now!" roared Baxter, and grabbing Tom's
hands he forced them back and bound them together. Then the ropes was
passed around Tom's waist, so that he could not move his hands to the
front.
By the time this work was accomplished Sam was regaining consciousness.
He gave a moan of pain, and then sat up in bewilderment.
"Who--what's happened?" he stammered. Then he looked around. "Oh! I
remember now!"
He was very unsteady when he got on his feet, and it was Tom who made
the first move toward him.
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