"Hoist 'em along, boys," ordered a gruff voice.
Tom and Harry were carried on the shoulders of men, and moved along at a
swift pace. Only half a dozen of the raiders needed to remain somewhat
in the rear, firing an occasional shot to prevent the unarmed laborers
from swarming to the attack.
"Hoist 'em up! Tie 'em on! Get under way quick! There'll be a big
noise raised after us soon," declared the same directing voice.
Tom and Harry were fairly thrown upon the backs of horses, and there
lashed fast.
"Mount and get away," ordered the commander of this strangest of night
raids.
Two men, each leading a pony to which a captive was lashed, rode off in
one direction. Groups of two or three rode away in other directions,
the blackness of the night swallowing them up.
It was going to be a difficult task for pursuers to know which direction
to take in order to come up with Reade and Hazelton in time to save them
from the fate that lay just ahead of them!
For audacity and dash the raid could not have been better planned.
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