“Your father!” cried the astonished captors.
“Yes,” sobbed Anna. “Now won’t you let him go?”
Marjorie commenced to waver.
“But if he is your father,” thundered Jack, “what’s he doing down there?”
“I’ll tell you—I’ll tell you all. Only let him go!”
“Well, get up! You’ll catch cold on the damp ground.”
“You tell us first!” said Jack; “then we’ll decide whether we’ll let him go or not.”
Anna stood there nervously clasping and unclasping her hands.
“And you’ll have to be quick about it,” he added. “One of us has already gone to telephone the police.”
This piece of information added to the look of fear in the girl’s face.