“Let’s make him walk.”
“Perhaps he will walk of his own willin’ness, but I don’t believe you can make him. He can’t be drove much.”
“Oh, he’ll be easy enough to handle before the night is over, if the chap that hired us to do this trick carries out his plan.”
Frank heard this talk. He was wondering what it all meant. Why had he been set upon in such a manner and handled so roughly? Why had he been made a captive and taken there into the woods?
He had not been suspecting danger when he was set upon, and so was quite unprepared.
At last the gang was ready to start on again, and Frank was placed on his feet and marched along in their midst. He made no resistance now, feeling that it was folly to do so.
There was a road through the woods, but it was rough and crooked, and they all stumbled along in the darkness, some of them uttering language of a savage nature.
After some time they came to an opening. Frank heard the sound of a waterfall, and then he was taken into a dark house that stood there in the woods.
The door closed behind him, and he was pushed through a hall. Then another door opened, and a lighted room was entered.
In that room a single person was waiting. He was roughly dressed, and over his head was a cowl-like cap of white that fell to his shoulders. In this were two slits for eyeholes.