“It is too late to discuss the situation to-night,” cut in the master of the Hall. “We will talk it over in the morning, and then I will decide what is to be done.”
He would not listen to another word, and meekly they followed him out of the office and down a side hallway to where there was a small room.
This room had been designed for stores, but it was almost empty. The two boys saw that in it had been placed two cots and a quantity of blankets.
“You will remain here all night,” said Captain Putnam. “There is a pitcher of water for you.” And then he withdrew, leaving them to themselves. The door was locked and bolted, and they heard the captain walk rapidly away.
“Well, what do you think of that?” declared Pepper, gazing around blankly. “Are we prisoners?”
“It certainly looks like it, Pep.”
“And for nothing at all! It’s an outrage, Jack!”
“Captain Putnam appeared to be very angry.”
“Yes, and he wouldn’t listen to a word! I never dreamed it of him, never!”
“Well, one thing is certain—we’ve got to stay here until morning. Look at the window.”