“They’ll not get out.”
“We will!” growled the man called Davis. “Come on, Seely!”
“I’m ready!”
“Waal, Bart, if yeou can’t hold the ’darn critters alone, I ruther guess we kin both do it,” drawled a voice, and Ephraim Gallup appeared to reënforce Hodge.
The men uttered exclamations of disappointment, alarm and disgust.
Frank Merriwell laughed shortly.
“Gentlemen,” he said, “I wouldn’t hurry away. Just wait a while, and we will settle this little matter.”
He advanced on them, scanning Davis closely.
“I believe I have seen you before,” he said.
“Never,” answered the bewhiskered man, seeming anxious to get out of the room. “I do not know you.”