"No lantern in the barn, so far as I can see," called out Chet. Better march the fellow up to the house."
"He can't march with his legs tied."
"I reckon he can hobble a bit."
Jeff Jones was unwilling to move, thinking he had a better chance of escape while out in the open. But Chet and Paul each caught him by the arm, and groaning and trembling the colored man was forced to move slowly toward the ranch home.
Before moving to the house Chet had driven the horses into the barn and locked the door, so now the animals were safe, at least for the time being.
It was found that Jeff Jones had received an ugly wound in the shoulder. This Paul set to work to dress, taking good care, however, that the prisoner should be allowed no chance of escape.
"Wot is yo' gwine to do wid me?" asked Jeff Jones as the work progressed. "Ain't gwine ter tote me ter town, is yo'?"
"That depends upon what Mr. Dottery says," replied Chet. "He's the boss of this ranch."
"Better let me go," urged the colored man. "If yo don't dar will be big trouble ahead."
