“Sticks—nothing!” growled Brad.
“Then what——”
“It’s locked!”
“Locked?”
“Sure as shooting.”
“It can’t be.”
“I opine I know when a door is locked,” said the Texan; “and this yere door is locked tight and fast.”
“How could it happen? I’m sure there is not a spring lock on the door.”
“Not at all, professor. I wonder some if this is one of Dick’s tricks. I wonder if he locked us in here?”
“Why should he do that?”