Tiladys Hanson moaned an acceptance of that farcical introduction, and then we told Jimmy of what we had seen in the woods of that strange exchange of caskets from wagon to undertaker's cart, of our subsequent capture and of George Hanson's denial of the woman who thought herself his wife. He could make very little of the situation, and after searching in vain for a knife with which to cut our bonds, put his revolver within touch of my fingers and hurried up the stairs to try to solve the puzzle.
When Jimmy left us, I felt as if there were nothing to do but wait patiently for him to return and rescue us, but when he did return, it was not to help, and his coming seemed to make our plight worse than ever.
For Mr. Barton was tied and bound when the gang carried him to our hiding place an hour later, and the leader improved the occasion by tightening the knots about my wrists until their pressure tortured me.
The only thing which made our condition slightly more endurable was light. The lamp was left with us. 