"Let me go!" cried Dick, trying to break away.
"Not much, Rover. You'll stay right where you are for the present," answered the older Baxter grimly.
Dan had slipped out and he made a thorough search before returning to the cottage. In the meantime Dick was forced to sit down on a bench in a corner, while Arnold Baxter stood over him with a stout club.
"This is getting interesting, to say the least," thought Dick. "I wish
I hadn't come anywhere near the cottage."
"Nobody around," announced Dan Baxter, as he came in and closed and locked the door.
"Good," answered his father. He turned again to Dick. "Now, how comes it that you are wandering around here, Rover?" he went on.
"I was trying to find my way back to camp and lost my way in the woods."
"But your camp is on an island."
"I know it. I was carried off by some students who were hazing me. They put a bag over my head and took me in a boat, and I got mixed up.
"I hope they hazed you good," came from Dan Baxter with a malicious grin.