Bob marched into the place. Horning followed, and then the door was locked, and the Irishman placed the key in his pocket.
Bob glanced around curiously. He saw that the cottage contained nothing but a rude table, and several boxes for seats, and rightly conjectured that the trio had found it deserted and made of it a temporary rendezvous.
“Now tell me what brings you here?” demanded Barker, facing Bob, savagely.
“I came to get help,” returned the youth, as coolly as he could.
“Help! What for?”
“To take this man to the lock-up.”
“What! Horning?”
“Yes.”
“That’s rich.”
And both Barker and Casco laughed.