“I wonder if those men caught Don?” said Jim.
“Oh, I don’t think so,” reassured Terry. “I guess he just got separated from us. Before we came out we agreed to meet under the lamp post in case we got separated. Let’s go over to the street and see if he is waiting there.”
Together they crossed the lots and emerged on the street upon which the Gannon House faced, approaching the lamp light with some degree of caution. But after they had waited in the shadow of a tree for ten minutes they were both forced to the same conclusion.
“Not a doubt in the world that he was captured,” sighed Terry.
“I’m afraid so,” agreed Jim. “If he had gone off in another direction he would surely have come here directly. At this moment he must be a prisoner in Gates’ house.”
“What are we going to do about it?” demanded Terry practically.
“What can we do?” asked Jim helplessly.
“I think we need a little direct action,” said Terry. “Let’s go back to the house and see if we can get a look at him. We may even be able to set him free.”
“OK, I’m willing,” responded Jim, moving off down the street. “Perhaps they have turned him over to the police.”
“That isn’t likely to do them any good,” explained Terry. “We have the colonel back of us and have nothing to worry about. Anyway, I think that Don will drop a word or two that will give ’em something to think about.”