“Now to loosen us!” called Ned.
Jerry reached into his pocket for his knife. Luckily the men had not searched them, or taken anything away from the boys. With his hands free Jerry soon had the ropes from his legs. Then he cut the bonds of Ned and Bob. Their limbs were stiff, from being tied so long, but vigorous rubbing soon restored the circulation.
“Now to escape!” exclaimed Jerry. “We must find a way out of this, and stop the rascals from setting the false lights!”
They stumbled about in the darkness. The storehouse was filled with boxes and barrels, over which they fell as they felt around, seeking for some door or window. At last Ned cried out:
“Here’s a door!”
The other boys made their way toward the sound of his voice.
“It’s locked!” said Jerry, as he pushed against the portal.
“Can’t we batter it down with a box or a barrel!” Bob said.
They searched around in the gloom for something to use, but could find nothing. Everything was too heavy.
“Maybe we can cut around the lock with our knives,” suggested Ned.