"It must be done by electricity," remarked our hero, in great surprise.
"That is exactly what it is done by," was the reply. "All the power used in the city is furnished by it."
Our friends were too much astonished to speak after they heard this.
But the city they had struck was indeed a wonderful one, and beyond this we will not say much of it, as we have not the space at our command, and, besides, it would be deviating from our story too much.
Shortly after noon, Poppet asked Van to take a trip with him to see the prisoner.
Of course, our hero was only too glad to avail himself of the opportunity, and the pair at once set out.
The distance to the place where Doc Clancy was confined was not great, and they soon arrived there.
It was the same place where the villain had been taken by those who captured him on his entrance to the house where the girl was.
The cowardly villain was seated upon the floor of the cell he was confined in, the picture of abject misery.
"How are you, Doc Clancy?" said Van, placing his face close to the bars in the heavy, iron door.