No tricks---for, remember, you are covered by my men out here.

We don't want to shoot the whole lot of you up unless we have to, but we won't stand for any fooling.

Reade, you come through first.

Any man who offers to hinder Mr.Reade will be sorry he took the trouble---that's all!" His heart bounding with joy, Tom stepped through the thicket, going straight toward the sound of Fulsbee's voice.
"I've got a knife in my left hand," announced Fulsbee, as Tom neared him in the dark.

"Turn around so that I can cut the cords at your wrists." In a moment this was done.
"You might stay here and help me," whispered Dave.