Boney hands gripped his shoulder, deftly beginning to shake. Arthur grumbled sometime in his sleep, swatting Hosea away like he were a fly disrupting his beauty rest. Begrudgingly, the outlaw eventually sat up from his bedroll.

He coughed, Arthur's eyes heavy and squinted. "What you want old man?" He dragged his hand dragged over his face.

"Quick, Arthur. I need your help with a matter we mustn't show Dutch just yet." Hosea urged with haste as he left Arthur's tent.

"Alright, alright. Slow your roll, old timer." Almost tripping over his boots Arthur rolled out of bed. As Hosea came to a stop just barely outside the gang's camp settlement, so did he.

A woven basket was nestled in the grass right near the horses' temporary 'stable'.

"This is what you came to show me at this godforsaken hour? A damn basket? Hosea, I sincerely don't think this is important enough to-" The man shut down at a sound originating from the basket smothered in blankets, freezing completely. Hosea hushed it gently, and it surprisingly didn't take long before Arthur's brain circuits fired and he figured out what was happening. Vaguely, at least. "How the hell did you manage to find time to kidnap a whole baby??" Arthur's brain was clearly still groggy from sleep.