They left Jed to his fate, kicking and scolding. The other prisoner they took along with them. A little on their way, they heard Jed whistling and yelling. “Some of his friends will come and let him loose,” said Dave. “What are we going to do with the other fellow?” asked Bob. “Oh, we’ll give him a walk.” “Say, I’m due home,” said the captive. “Not quite yet,” replied Dave. “You’ve got a long tramp before you, sonny.” “I only rolled one pumpkin.” “That’s as bad as twenty-six.” “And it smashed before it hit any one.” “Never mind. We’ve got to make an example.” “Jed’ll make you smart for it.” “Oh, Jed is smarting himself about this time,” chuckled Sammy. “March!” ordered the leader. They made their prisoner dearly earn his liberty. He had to escort the whole crowd home. As they dropped out one by one, the unhappy captive had to keep right on with the others. Some of the boys took the longest way home they could think of, purposely. [62] [62] Dick Hazelton was the last one to reach home. He lived about a mile north of the town. They had dragged the captive around for nearly an hour at this time. As Bob was bidding Dick good night, the prisoner sat down in the road and began crying. “Oh, well, if it’s the baby act, let him off,” said Bob. He was tired out himself after an active and exciting day. When he got home, however, he did not forget to tell his father about the two men he had heard talking in the hide-out on the bluff. Mr.