"Go over and sit on that box!"
Muttering and grumbling with rage, the fellow did so. Joe hunted around until he found another length of rope, and with this he bound the man's feet.
"I guess you'll be all right here until the others come back," Frank told the captive.
"If ever I get free of these ropes—"
"Keep quiet," ordered Frank, brandishing the revolver menacingly. Their prisoner was silenced abruptly.
"Blow out the candles, Joe. He might think of the same idea."
The candles were blown out. The boys were in complete darkness.
"Hey!" roared their prisoner. "You're not goin' to leave me here alone in the dark, are you?"
"Exactly. Where's our flashlight, Joe?"
"I have it here. It was in my pocket." Joe turned on the light. In its glow they saw their prisoner, bound hand and foot, sitting disconsolately on the box.