Part 42 (1/2)
”We might try,” answered his partner, slowly.
The men arose and j.a.pson lit a lantern, for he knew it was dark in the garret. Then, one behind the other, they filed out into the hallway and went upstairs.
”They are going to find out something pretty soon!” chuckled Tom.
”Come on, let us follow 'em, Tom,” answered his brother. ”I've got a new idea.”
”What is it?”
”Perhaps we can lock 'em in that garret until help arrives.”
”Just the cheese, d.i.c.k! I remember there was a lock on the door,--and maybe we can fasten it in some other way, too--so they can't break out.”
”They can't get out by the windows--they are too high from the ground.”
By this time the three men were mounting the garret stairs. They had to pa.s.s around a pile of furniture to get to where Anderson Rover had been kept a prisoner.
”Quick now!” cried d.i.c.k, as the men disappeared from view. He closed the garret door and turned the key in the lock. ”Get a chair or two, Tom, so we can wedge the door fast.”
Tom understood, and ran into a nearby room, to bring out a square table. The stairway to the garret ran from a right angle of the wall, so that the table could be stood up against the door, with the bottom of the four legs against the wall opposite. Some books chanced to be handy, and the lads were able to place these against the wall under the feet of the table legs, thus wedging the door fast.
”Now I reckon they'll have their own job getting out!” cried Tom, grimly.
”Go to a front window and watch the road,” ordered his big brother.
”If you see any help coming, call them.”
Tom at once departed, to station himself at the window of one of the front bed chambers. By this time a clattering of feet could be heard on the garret stairs.
”He has locked the door on us!” came a cry in Jesse Pelter's voice.
”How did he get free?” asked j.a.pson. ”I thought we tied him good.”
”He cut the ropes!” cried Josiah Crabtree. ”But how he got hold of his knife to do it, I can't guess.”
d.i.c.k had to smile to himself. Evidently the rascals thought his father had liberated himself and turned the tables on them.
”Hi, Rover! Are you out there?” called Jesse Pelter. ”If you are you had better unlock that door.”
To this call d.i.c.k did not answer.
”He must have run away!” exclaimed j.a.pson. ”Break the door down! We must catch him!”
”That's the talk!” added Josiah Crabtree, in great excitement.
”Touch the door at your peril!” cried d.i.c.k, sharply. ”I am armed and I will stand no nonsense!”
”Who is that?” asked j.a.pson.
”That wasn't Rover's voice,” added his partner.
”I think I know who that is,” answered Josiah Crabtree, and his voice commenced to tremble. ”d.i.c.k Rover, is that you?” he called, faintly.