He wanted to drive that
knee into the black man's wind.
But Sambo seemed to guess the plan without trouble. He gave a twist that
choked Tom, once more, until all went black before him. Then the negro
slammed his victim down hard on the ground, well-nigh stunning the young
engineer.
"Ah done see w'at Ah gotta do wid yo'," Sambo announced. "Ah gotta tie
yo' up, load yo' pockets wid rocks, and den take yo' out in de Gulf ah'
lose yo'! Dat's w'at Ah gotta do, an' Ah ain' gwine lose no time about
it either."
Sambo was in earnest, too. He had mapped out that very course!
CHAPTER XV
A DAVID FOR A GOLIATH
From his pockets the big fellow brought out a coil of stout cord. Without
much trouble he slipped a noose over one of Tom's wrists. Then began an
active fight, the object of which, on the black man's part, was to make the
other wrist secure.
But here Tom developed an amount of agility and a skill in fighting that
angered Sambo.
"Doggone yo', ef yo' won't take it peaceable-like, den yo'll get it do
odder way."
With that, Sambo delivered a blow that made young Reade see stars. His
head swam dizzily. Now, the black man secured the other wrist, making a
turn and a knot that would have done credit to an expert.
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