Chapter 50

He whipped out his revolver and covered me. “Move,” he snarled. “And move damned quick. Come here.” He crossed to one of the stones; so did I. The more I saw of that man, the less I liked him. I found that the stone at which he was pointing had been fashioned into a sort of rough seat. “Sit down, and put your arms where I tell you. There—and there.” I obeyed: there didn’t seem anything else to do. And then there came a sudden click, and I felt two thin steel bars close over my wrists. I tugged and he laughed quietl…