“You shall know in due time. If you surrender, hand over your pocketbook.”
“I haven’t any pocketbook.”
“Yes, you have, and it has exactly two hundred dollars in it,” said the second masked fellow.
“We want both of your pocketbooks,” went on the first one who had spoken.
“I haven’t any pocketbook, either,” said Andy. “You’ve made a mistake in tackling us.”
“Let us take them to the cave for ransom!” cried the second fellow, and began to march around, waving his club over his head.
“Pep, this is a trick!” whispered the acrobatic youth. “Some of the fellows have followed us. Maybe they are going to initiate us in some new secret society.”
“By jinks, that’s so! Say, it would be great if we could get away from them!”
“Will you give up your pocketbooks?” demanded the first of the masked figures.
“Yes, and your red dancing-slippers,” added the second masked figure.