True to Himself : or Roger Strong's Struggle for Place by Edward Stratemeyer
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"I want you to let me go at once," I said decidedly. "If you don't, it
will be the worse for you." "Not a bit of it. We intend that you shall remember this occasion as long as you live," returned Moran. "Come, march along with us." "Where to?" "Never mind. March!" For reply I turned, and made a hasty jump for the carriage, intending to utilize Jerry in a bold dash for liberty. I had just placed my foot upon the step and called to the horse when Moran caught me by the jacket and dragged me to the ground. "No you don't!" he ejaculated roughly. "There, Dunc, catch hold of him; and you too, Ellery. We mustn't let him escape after we've watched two hours to catch him!" In an instant, I was surrounded. Now that Duncan had his friends to back him he was brave enough and held my arm in a grip of iron. "Any one bring a rope?" went on Moran. "Here's one," replied Ellery Blake. "Hand it over. We had better bind his hands." Knowing that it would be folly to resist, I allowed them to do as |
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