He can hear them in the brush.

Then the daylight comes, and he sees us down below in the wood, and he says he thanks God.

I will be his friend,--I will save him because I am an angel from heaven! Bah! I spit in his face.

We tie him to a tree with our belts, and then I come down to tell Boss Percival we have his man,--his good and loyal friend." "Stop!" yelled Percival, as the crowd began to show symptoms of breaking away.

"Listen to me! I give you fair warning.