Turning suddenly they were aghast at the sight which rewarded them.
The barred door was between them and the grinning keeper.
He had shut it and barred it.
They were prisoners.
Harry was the first to recover.
“Oh, I say, b’gosh! I don’t like thet kind of foolin’,” he said, angrily. “Open thet door, mister!”
“Will I?” leered the keeper. “Jest hold yer hat on till I do!”
“Are ye foolin’?”
“Does it look like it?”
“Gosh hang ye, let us out!”