“He is certainly alone,” said Pepper. “But he may be waiting for somebody.”
“Then the quicker we act the better,” returned Jack.
They decided to cut holes in their handkerchiefs through which to see and then tie the articles over their faces. Then they turned their cadet coats inside out, and rubbed a little dust on their necks and hands.
“He won’t recognize us very easily,” said the young major, “especially if we disguise our voices.”
“I move Jack be made our general spokesman,” said Pepper. “He knows just what we want.”
“We want to get Flossie Ford’s bracelet for her, that’s all,” said Andy. “Incidentally if we can scare Carey half to death for annoying Flossie, so much the better.”
“We’ll scare him right enough,” answered Jack, grimly.
Will Carey was dozing away when of a sudden he felt himself in the grasp of three strong pairs of hands. In a twinkling he was turned over and his hands were bound behind him with a piece of his own fishing line.
“Stop!” he cried out. “Help!”
“Silence, if you don’t want to get hurt!” was the command, in a deep, rough voice, and now he saw that his assailants were three masked persons. They jerked him to his feet, made him step ashore, and in a jiffy compelled him to march a short distance into the thickest of the woods.