The tables were now turned.
It only remained for Fred to drag the half-unconscious boy to the shore, and there transfer the rope from one pair of legs to the other.
When Gus again had a clear idea of matters he was securely tied, and Fred had put into his own pocket the package of money which Sam was accused of stealing.
To pack in small compass the remaining store of provisions, cut a stout stick, and place the hatchet in a belt improvised from a piece of the rope, occupied but a few moments, and then Fred said, sternly:
"I'm going to slacken up on your legs a bit, so's you can walk, and now it's your turn to step out lively."
"When Tim comes back you shall pay for this."
"I intend to be a long distance from here before that time arrives."
"He can catch you."
"To do it he'll have to be smarter than I think he is."
"Wait an' see."
"That's just what I don't propose doin'. I understand your purpose now; you're trying to keep me here as long as possible. Get up."
"I won't an' you can't make me."
Fred struck the prisoner several severe blows; but he did not so much as cry out.
"I'll beat you black and blue, if you don't stand up and walk."
"Pound away, I can bear a good deal of that rather than go to jail."
Again Fred used the stick; but in vain. Gus shut his teeth firmly, and took the punishment with a stoicism worthy a better cause.
It was important that no time should be lost. Tim might find a boat and return to the camp before going to the town.
Fred stood still in perplexity for an instant, and then throwing aside the stick raised Gus in his arms.
It was a heavy burden; but he staggered on with all possible speed.
As soon as Gus began to understand that he might be carried away despite his refusal to walk, he set up a series of the most terrific yells, and Fred was forced to come to a halt.
"I'll soon put an end to that kind of fun," he said, angrily, while whittling a piece of soft wood. "With this in your mouth there won't be much screaming."
Now Gus began to fancy he might be finally beaten, and then tried new tactics.
"See here, all you want is the money, an' now you've got it I'll agree that neither Tim nor me'll chase or try in any way to catch you, if I'm left here. There's no need even to take off the ropes; but let me stay where he'll see me."
Fred shook his head.
"I need you quite as much as I do the money, and I am bound to take you along."
"What good will it do to have me put in jail?"
"It'll be the means of freeing a better fellow than you ever dared to be."
"I'll kill you some day."
"Possibly, but that don't let you out of this scrape."
By this time Fred had the gag ready, and a stout pressure on the prisoner's cheeks caused him to open his mouth.
The wood was thrust between Gus' teeth, and Fred tied his handkerchief over it to prevent it from slipping.
"Now when you're willing to walk I'll take that out," he said. "Once in every few minutes, when we have to stop to rest I'll look at your eyes. If you wink, it means you're ready to do as I say."
Gus glared at him savagely; but was careful to keep his eyes wide open.
Again Fred shouldered his burden, realizing, meanwhile that he could never reach Farley's if his prisoner remained obstinate.
When an hundred yards had been traversed he was forced to rest.
Gus' eyes stared at him.
A second and a third time was this repeated. At each interval the distance was shorter, and Fred knew he could not travel much farther.
"If he don't give in pretty soon I shall," he muttered to himself as he threw his burden to the ground for the third time.
To his great relief Gus winked violently when Fred pulled the handkerchief down to gain a view of his eyes and the gag was removed without loss of time.
"Will you agree to walk now?" he asked.
"Yes, yes; it wouldn't take a feller long to stifle with that thing in his mouth."
"I don't care what happens so long as I get you to Farley's."
Once more Gus tried to beg off; but Fred would not listen.
"Walk fast," he said, "and if you don't do your best, in goes the gag again."
There was no necessity of emphasizing the demand. The prisoner moved with alacrity; but his captor was by no means certain as to which was the proper course.
Tim had made so many turns in his flight that Fred's ideas regarding the points of the compass were very hazy.
Both the boys were suffering from lack of water, and no halt was made until two or three hours past noon, when they were at the edge of a swamp.
Quenching their thirst with the ill-tasting liquid, they lay down on the ground to rest, and did not continue their journey for some time.
"Why not stay here all night?" Gus asked.
"Because we haven't traveled far enough yet."