“I reckon we know what we’re doing, Rover.”
“If you kids will only behave yourselves you’ll be treated fine,” put in Digby. “We don’t want to hurt you. All we expect to do is to keep you here for maybe a week at the most. As soon as your folks come across we’ll let you go.”
“And suppose they don’t come across?” questioned Fred.
“Then you’ll have to take the consequences.”
Once more the Rover boys were left to themselves. The men had brought with them four tin plates, four cups, and the necessary knives, forks and spoons, and the lads lost no time in attacking the simple meal which had been furnished them.
“This must have been a well-prepared plan of theirs,” was Andy’s comment while they were eating. “They’ve even got tableware for us, and towels.”
“I’ll wager Davenport’s had this planned ever since he went to Haven Point,” returned Jack. “Perhaps he thought he could get hold of us or a hold of the girls while we were there. And since I’ve been here thinking things over I’ve got another idea,” went on the young major slowly. “I may be all wrong, but somehow I can’t get it out of my mind.”
“What is that?” questioned Fred.
“Do you remember that fellow who was in the runabout with Davenport the day we met them on the road near Colby Hall?”
“Sure!”