"All right. Sam Rover, come out of that!"
"What do you want me for?" asked the youngest Rover.
"I want to talk to you."
Sam walked from the cell, and the door was at once fastened as before.
Then Sack Todd caught the youth by the arm.
"Now, march upstairs, and be lively about it. We have no time to waste."
"But—"
"No 'buts' now, Rover. We'll talk later on," growled the ranch owner savagely. "Just now I've got my mind full of other things."
Sam was led to the main floor of the ranch, and then without ado his hands were fastened behind him. Then he was told to march outside. Here two light wagons were in waiting, and he was bundled into one, along with Jimson and another man, and Dan Baxter. The other wagon was loaded with boxes and driven by two men. Several horses stood by, saddled for use.
"Where are we going?" asked the youngest Rover.
"To the North Pole," chuckled Dan Baxter. "Don't you wish you knew!"