Lord Hastings was beginning to grow angry.
"Davis!" he called a third time, and when there was no answer, he shouted: "You come out of there this minute or it will be the worse for you. There is no use pretending you do not hear me. Come out!"
This time Lord Hastings drew an answer.
"Thank you, sir, but I shall remain where I am," came back in Davis' voice. "It's very comfortable in here."
"By Jove! He's a pretty cool customer," muttered Lord Hastings to Frank.
"Yes, he's cool enough," responded the lad, "and cold-blooded, too. Shall we force the door, sir?"
"I don't like to do that," replied Lord Hastings, "but I am afraid it will be necessary. I want to get that fellow tied up safely." He raised his voice again. "Davis," he said, "if you don't open that door immediately, I'll break it down."
"I wouldn't try it," was Davis' response. "I have appropriated a pair of your revolvers here and I'll have a shot at the first head that I see."
This reply threw Lord Hastings into some consternation. He turned to Frank.
"There is no use any one getting hurt on the fellow's account," he said. "He's safe enough in there. Guess we may as well leave him."