“Where are you?”
“Up in the grain-bin.”
“Are you alone?” was asked; and now I recognized Ford’s tones.
“Yes, Dan; come up and untie me.”
At once there was a tramping on the stairs, and then Ford appeared, carrying one of the mill lanterns.
“Why, Reuben, who put you here?” he exclaimed, as he bent down and freed me.
“Mr. Norton.”
“Your uncle? Why I thought he had sneaked away to Hillsburg.”
“So does everybody else,” I returned, as I jumped to my feet. “But he was here less than half an hour ago with those other two thieves.”