“Well, we got here all right,” remarked Nat, with an uneasy laugh. “The question is, how to get away.”
“And rescue Will,” added Bony.
“Yes,” continued Jack, “I don’t like the way he acted. I’m afraid his brain was affected by the blow on the head, following the fright at coming down on the sled. He isn’t very strong, and it wouldn’t take much to upset him. Besides, he’s been worrying about finding his uncle, and about the mean way his guardian has treated him. I certainly hope nothing has happened to him in that shed, but I can’t understand why that man Andy should keep him there.”
The boys passed rather an uneasy night, not only because of their strange surroundings, but on account of worrying over the fate of Will. Nor were they altogether easy regarding themselves.
“Well, we’re still alive, at any rate,” observed Jack, as he arose the next morning, and helped to get a simple breakfast. “Did any of you fellows hear anything in the night?”
“It seems to me that I heard people sneaking around the cabin,” said Bony.
“Same here,” added Sam.
“Guess they didn’t altogether trust us,” came from Nat. “They looked in on us every once in a while. I wonder how Will slept?”
“Guess we’ll have to wait to have that answered,” remarked Jack. “If I see Sandy I’ll ask him——”
He stopped suddenly, and looked from a window.