"Close that window and stand here at the door."
With the boy at the door, Hale rolled the hand-barrel to the
threshold and the white liquor gurgled joyously on the steps.
"All right, come along," he said to the captives, and at last
young Dave spoke:
"Whut you takin' me fer?"
Hale pointed to the empty hand-barrel and Dave's answer was a look
of scorn.
"I nuvver brought that hyeh."
"You were drinking illegal liquor in a blind tiger, and if you
didn't bring it you can prove that later. Anyhow, we'll want you
as a witness," and Hale looked at the other mountaineer, who had
turned his eyes quickly to Dave. Caliban led the way with young
Dave, and Hale walked side by side with them while Bob was escort
for the other two. The road ran along a high bank, and as Bob was
adjusting the jangling weapons on his left arm, the strange
mountaineer darted behind him and leaped headlong into the tops of
thick rhododendron. Before Hale knew what had happened the lad's
pistol flashed.
"Stop, boy!" he cried, horrified. "Don't shoot!" and he had to
catch the lad to keep him from leaping after the runaway.
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