“Humph! he must mean the jay who was drugged,” muttered Casco. “I didn’t know he was a friend of yours.”
While Casco was talking, Barker opened a closet and brought forth a rope.
With this Bob was bound hands and feet.
“Now, if you make the least outcry, we will gag you,” he said.
“What do you intend to do with me this time?” questioned the youth.
“One thing is certain, you won’t escape us,” returned Barker, with an evil smile.
“Betther see if he has any money wid him,” suggested Grogan.
Bob was at once searched, and the three dollars in his pocket taken from him.
“Every little counts,” said the Irishman. “Blake, suppose ye go down an’ git a bottle fer all hands.”
Old Blake at once left the lodge-room.