“There’s no need for that,” said Jerry more calmly. “We’ll go wherever you want to take us.”
“All right; then lock ’em in th’ smoke house until I kin hitch up,” decided the farmer, and, with feelings of bitter humiliation in their hearts, but resolving not to give in to the extortionate demands of Mr. Muggins, the four meekly followed the hired men.
A little later they were locked up, prisoners in the stifling smoke house, where, in the fall, hams and bacon were cured over a hickory fire. It was dark, dirty and ill-smelling, and a great change from their comfortable airship, which they could just make out through the cracks in the smoke house door, resting near the damaged barn.
[CHAPTER XVIII]
THE ESCAPE
“Well, wouldn’t this jar you!”
That was what Bob said.
“Say, it reminds me of when I was little, and used to get shut up in a dark closet for being bad.”
That was Ned’s contribution to the general conversation.