Into this hut the boys were marched.
Some crude candles were lighted, and they saw around them the outfit for making moonshine whiskey.
"Thar!" cried Miller, triumphantly; "you-uns will never go out o' this place. Ther revernues spotted this still ter-day, but it won't be har ter-morrer."
He made a signal, and the boys were thrown to the floor, where they were held helpless, while their feet were bound.
When this job was finished Miller added:
"No, ther revernues won't find this still ter-morrer, fer it will go up in smoke. Moonshine is good stuff ter burn, an' we'll see how you-uns like it."
At a word a keg of whiskey was brought to the spot by two men.
"Let 'em try ther stuff," directed Miller.
"Begorra! he's goin' ter fill us up bafore he finishes us!" muttered Barney Mulloy.
But that was not the intention of the revengeful man.