"Are you going to get out of here?" he demanded angrily.
Davis looked at him lazily.
"Well, no," he said at last; "I'm not."
Frank sprang upon him without another word and, seizing him by both shoulders, bore him over to the floor, falling on top of him. Then the lad quickly raised himself to his feet, and when Davis got up a moment later Frank grabbed him by the back of the neck with his right hand and the trousers with his left and hustled him to the door.
In vain did Davis seek to free himself from this hold. Although he was undoubtedly stronger and more than a match for Frank, the lad had him at a disadvantage; and he could do nothing to help himself as the boy hustled him through the door of the cabin.
There Frank gave Davis a last vigorous shove and he went spinning down the little hallway.
"There," said Frank, "perhaps that will teach you to stay where you belong."
He stepped back in the cabin, closed and locked the door. Then he turned to Jack.
"He's gone," he said quietly.
"I see he has," replied Jack, smiling. "Now, let's get to bed."