This was quickly done in such a manner that Bob could move but little.
“We must make it impossible for him to escape,” said Barker.
In spite of his stout heart, Bob was compelled to shiver at being tied up.
“We had better gag him,” went on Barker.
“Of course. Here is a bit of rag will do for that purpose.”
A strip of an old dress was brought forth, and after tying a large knot in the middle the strip was placed over Bob’s mouth with the knot inside and made fast.
“That settles him for the present,” said the scar-faced man. “Now we had better put out the light.”
“Yis, douse the glim be all manes,” said Grogan. “Thin Oi’ll look out the front winder, an’ see if thim men is still hangin’ around.”
The light was extinguished, and the Irishman opened the small window in the front end of the garret. The fresh air that came in was very welcome to Bob, who could hardly breathe.
“Oi can’t see anybody,” said Grogan, after a long look down into the street. “Perhaps Cabot was mistaken.”