“I suppose you’ve made another demand on our folks for money,” declared Randy.
“Don’t bother your head about that now,” put in Jackson. “Better have a drink and wash up. Then you’ll feel better.” Thereupon the two men placed the log of the doorway in position, adjusted the chain, and left the cave.
The boys were glad to get the water and likewise the use of the lantern. Each washed in turn and took a drink, and then all felt somewhat better. But their long tramp through the woods that afternoon, the ride to Longnose’s cabin, and then the ride to the cave had made all of them exceedingly hungry.
“Wonder if they’re going to give us anything to eat,” remarked Fred after the light from outside had faded, leaving only the lantern to light the cavern.
“I hardly think they intend to starve us,” replied Jack. “Those fellows are out for only one thing—money.”
The young major was right in regard to being starved, and less than an hour later Tate and Digby appeared carrying a pot of stew, another of coffee, and a loaf of bread.
“It’s the best we can do to-night,” said Tate, grinning. “Perhaps to-morrow we’ll have something better.”
“Then you intend to keep us prisoners?” demanded Jack.
“Sure thing!”
“Don’t you know you’ll get yourselves into hot water doing that, Tate?”