The Captain had an easier prey than he had anticipated.
Hawker threw up his arms, and ere he could fully appreciate his situation, he was chained fast to Desborough's saddle, only to be loosed, he knew, by the gallows.
Without a word on either side they began their terrible journey.
Desborough riding, and Hawker manacled by his right wrist to the saddle.

Fully a mile was passed before the latter asked, sullenly,-- "Where are you going to take me to-night ?" "To Dickenson's," replied Desborough.

"You must step out you know.

It will be for your own good, for I must get there to-night." Two or three miles further were got over, when Hawker said abruptly,-- "Look here, Captain, I want to talk to you." "You had better not," said Desborough.

"I don't want to have any communication with you, and every word you say will go against you." "Bah!" said Hawker.