"Now, march!"
"Where to?" questioned Joe.
"Straight ahead."
Again it was useless to resist, and they marched on. Each felt like fighting, but with his hands bound tightly behind him could do nothing.
Around to one side of the hill in the middle of the island was a short but rather deep gully, which during the winter had been completely filled with snow. To this gully one of the masked fellows led the way, the others urging Fred and Joe along with their clubs and with switches they had cut.
Half way into the gully was a somewhat circular opening, having a large overhanging rock at the top. Here, beside the big rock, were a number of long and tough tree roots and some bushes.
"Tie them to the tree roots," said the leader of the crowd, and despite their protests Joe and Fred were made close prisoners without delay. Then the three masked fellows withdrew out of hearing for a consultation among themselves.