Part 13 (1/2)

”I don't know just what to say,” said Jack. ”My head is all in a whirl.

Give me time to think the thing over. I can hardly collect my thoughts at present.”

The men made some further attempts to get something out of him, but, finding him obdurate, they ordered Bill to see that his bonds were tight and then to put him in the ”inner room” he had spoken of. Bill gave the ropes a savage yank, found they were tight and then led Jack to a green door at the farther end of the large room. Jack had a glimpse of a square room with a broad fireplace at one end and a small window. It appeared to be used as a storehouse of some kind, for it was half filled with bags, apparently containing potatoes. In one corner stood a grindstone operated by a treadle. Then the door was shut with a bang, and he was left to his own, none-too-pleasant reflections. Outside he could hear the buzz of voices. But he couldn't catch much of what was being said. Once he heard Jarrow say:

”You're too soft with the boy. A good las.h.i.+ng with a black-snake would bring him to his senses quick enough.”

”I'd like to lay it on,” he heard Donald chime in.

At last they appeared to grow sleepy. Jack heard a key turned in the lock of the inner room that he occupied and not long thereafter came the sound of snores. Evidently n.o.body was on guard, the men who had captured him thinking that there was no chance of the boy's escape.

”Now's my chance,” thought Jack. ”If only I could get my hands free, I might be able to do something. But, as it is, I'm helpless.”

His heart sank once more, as he thought bitterly of the predicament into which his own foolhardiness had drawn him.

CHAPTER XV.

BILLY TAKES THE TRAIL.

”What's the matter?”

Just as Jack stole out of the house Billy Raynor sat bolt upright in bed and asked himself that question. He was on the other side of the cottage, and, like Jack a few minutes before, he too heard the cautious footsteps of the marauders, as they crept round the cottage, reconnoitering.

”Somebody's up to mischief,” thought the boy. ”It may only be common thieves, or it may be that rascally outfit. I'll go and rouse Jack.

Perhaps we can get after them.”

He tiptoed across the main room of the cottage to Jack's door. Inside the room he struck a match. He almost cried out aloud when he saw that the bed was empty and that there was no sign of his chum.

”Where can he be?” thought the lad. ”Surely he has not gone after that gang single-handed.”

Raynor hastened to his own room, slipped on some clothes, and went to the door. Far up on the hillside a lantern was twinkling like some fallen star.

”That's mighty odd,” reflected the lad. ”I guess I'll take a look up there and see what's coming off.”

He picked his way cautiously up the rough hillside. But the lantern retreated as he went forward. As we know, Judson and his gang, led by Bill, were carrying off Jack. Without realizing how far he had gone, Raynor kept on and on. Some instinct told him that the dodging will-o'-the-wisp of light ahead of him had something to do with Jack, and he wanted to find out what that something was.

But, not knowing the trail Bill was following, and having no light but the spark ahead of him, Raynor found it pretty hard traveling. At last he was so tired that he sat down to s.n.a.t.c.h a moment's rest, leaning his back against a bush.

As his weight came against the bush, however, a strange thing happened.

The shrub gave way altogether under the pressure. Raynor struggled for an instant to save himself, and then felt himself tumbling backward down an unknown height. He gave a shout of alarm, but his progress down what appeared to be a steep wall of rock, was over almost as soon as it had begun.

”What happened?” gasped the lad, as, shaken by his adventure, he picked himself up and tried to collect his wits. ”Oh, yes, I know, that bush gave way and I toppled over backward. I must be in some sort of hole in the ground. Well, the first thing to do is to get a light.”

Luckily Raynor's pockets held several matches, and he struck one of them and looked about him.

His eyes fell on the bush which lay at his feet.