“Oh, now I see. Bud Hyslop told you to watch us and not let us get away. Is that it?” demanded Terry.
“Right you are, Miss! You caught my meaning. You’re my prisoners! And do you hear that, Sally Wyn? We’re not to let the girls out of our sight!”
Sally looked at the girls, her face was flushed, fear was in her dark eyes. She did not answer the man.
“Do you hear me?” Jim Heron shouted at her.
“Yes sir!” replied Sally, not daring to meet the glances of her new friends.
Jim Heron went outside and sat down on a rude bench before the door. He held his shotgun in his hand.
“Prisoners!” said Terry under her breath. “What do you know about that!” She looked around the room and what she saw was not reassuring for the old stone house looked very much like a prison.
But Terry was game. Her lip curled disdainfully.
“Prisoners, indeed!” she said with a shrug. “Just wait and see, Bud Hyslop!”