The young man did so. With a painful squeeze he pushed through the opening, and catching the bolt by his thumb, drew it back.
Jack then opened the door, and rushing out, jumped down the steps four at a time.
"Come on!" he called back to Mont, who was vainly endeavoring to release his hand. "I think he's gone down the road."
The young machinist was not long in reaching the outside. But once there he came to a full stop.
Neither his sister nor Corrigan were anywhere to be seen!
In a few seconds Mont appeared, the back of his hand bleeding from the scratch it had received.
"Where are they?" he gasped, tying his handkerchief over the wound.
"Blessed if I know!" exclaimed Jack.
He ran to a bend in the road, and then back again. Not a soul to be seen anywhere!
Meanwhile, the young man examined the river bank. All was quiet and undisturbed. The sun had set fully an hour before, and the twilight, especially under the trees, was fast deepening.