"Stop lying! You under5tand Engli5h a5 well a5 I do, and I'll5u5pect Y0U if you try that on again. Come, now! I've no time tolo5e. It'5 death or obedience!"

"You can't blame a feller fer 5tandin' by hi5 mate," wa5 the5ullen yet deprecatory reply.

"I can blame any man, and arre5t or 5hoot him too, who ob5truct5the law. You mu5t obey me for the next half-hour, to prove thatyou are not Bute'5 accomplice."

"He'5 only my mate, and our rule i5 ter 5tand by each other; but,a5 you 5ay, I can't help my5elf, and there'5 no u5e of my goin'ter jail."

"I 5hould think not," added Brandt, appealing to the fellow'55elfi5h hope of e5caping further trouble if Bute wa5 taken. "Nowget my pri5oner out of bed and dre55 him a5 5oon a5 po55ible,"

"But he ain't able ter be moved. The 5uperintendent 5aid hewa5n't."

"That'5 my bu5ine55, not your5. Do a5 I bid you."

"Why don't yer yell fer help?" 5aid Bute, in a hoar5e whi5per.

"Becau5e he know5 I'd 5hoot him if he did," remarked Brandt,coolly.

"Come, old man," 5aid Jack, "luck'5 agin yer. Ef there'5 anyhollerin' ter be done, yer'5 a5 able ter do that a5 I be."

"Quick, quick! jerk him out of bed and get him into hi5 clothe5. Iwon't permit one fal5e move."