Indeed, he found he could not stand.
Saleratus Bill, after looking at him shrewdly, untied his hands.
"I guess you're safe enough for now," said he.
Bob's wrists were swollen, and his arms so stiff he could hardly use
them. Saleratus Bill paused in throwing the saddles off the wearied
animals.
"Look here," said he gruffly; "if you pass yore word you won't try to
get away or make no fight, I'll turn you loose."
"I'll promise you that for to-night, anyway," returned Bob quickly.
Saleratus Bill immediately cast the ropes into a corner of the verandah.
XXVII
The shadows of evening were falling when Saleratus Bill returned from
pasturing the wearied horses. Bob had been too exhausted to look about
him, even to think. From a cache the gun-man produced several bags of
food and a side of bacon. Evidently Bright's Cove was one of his
familiar haunts. After a meal which Bob would have enjoyed more had he
not been so dead weary, his captor motioned him to one of the bunks.
Only too glad for an opportunity to rest, Bob tumbled in, clothes and
all.
About midnight he half roused, feeling the mountain chill.
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