While Sam was binding Carl’s wound the boy opened his eyes and looked about the apartment whimsically.
“We seem to be alive yet,” he said, rolling his eyes so as to include Jimmie in his line of vision. “I guess Jimmie was right when he said that Daniel in the lions’ den was nothing to this.”
“But when they took Daniel out of the lions’ den,” cut in Jimmie, “they brought him to a place where there was something doing in the way of sustenance! What about that?”
“Cut it out!” replied Carl feebly.
“But, honestly,” Jimmie exclaimed, “I never was so hungry in my life!”
The captive looked at the two boys with amazement mixed with admiration in his eyes.
“And they’re just out of the jaws of death!” he exclaimed.
“Is that the greaser that put us into the den of lions?” asked Carl, pointing to the prisoner.
“No, no!” shouted the trembling man. “I am only the animal keeper! Felix laid the plans for your murder.”
“The keeper of what?” asked Sam.