“Lemme go!” whined Darrow, all his bravery oozing away. “Lemme go! I ain’t done nuthin’!”
“Where are our things?” demanded Carl.
“Wot things? I ain’t got nuthin’ belongin’ to you.”
“That’s a falsehood!” put in Mr. Cook. “You are the man that took their baggage from my hotel. I have witnesses to prove it. The best thing we can do is to take him to the village lock-up.”
“Don’t yer do it—I’ll fix yer if yer do!” bellowed Darrow. “Let me go an’ I’ll tell yer where the satchels are, every one of em.”
“I’ve an idea he hid them in that stable,” said Leo. “It seems to me he was coming down from the loft when we entered.”
“We’ll soon find out,” said Carl. “Dump him into the carriage and drive back.”
CHAPTER XX.—ANOTHER STOP ON THE ROAD.
In vain Jack Darrow protested against the proceedings. He was lifted into the carriage without ceremony, and the horses’ heads were turned back along the road to where a bridge crossed the brook.
The stable reached, Leo and Carl went upstairs. The loft was filled with loose hay.