This accomplished, the young gymnast was thrown into a dark locker. The door was shut and locked upon him, and the tug proceeded on her way at full steam.
CHAPTER XXXVII.—THE CAPTURE OF GRISWOLD.
“What will you do with him?”
It was Broxton who asked the question.
He and Griswold, with whom he had struck up an acquaintanceship by accident, sat in the little cabin of the steam tug which was flying down Lake Michigan at her utmost speed.
The rascally fellow referred of course to Leo, who still lay bound in the dark locker.
“I’ve got a good mind to tie a weight to his neck and heave him overboard,” growled Griswold.
“It won’t do to let him go free, that’s certain. He would have us both locked up at the first chance.”
“Certainly.”
“Who was with him on the wharf?”