Captured!
The two days were up. Jack and Ken, waiting for Paul, sat idly about at the latter’s garage. It was early morning, about nine o’clock and the day was clear and warm. Soon Paul appeared and he sat down near his friends on a box. “All right, fellows,” he said, “what’s to be our first move?”
“Go down to the cellar,” suggested Jack. “It’s early morning and probably no one will be there. We will have at least a couple of hours in which to look around.”
“Yes, and perhaps we will find the secret door,” added Ken.
“Let’s go, then,” said Paul.
Jack picked up the baseball bat and followed. “Again you’re bringing along your bat,” remarked Paul.
“Sure. It may come in handy.”
“You’re right. It might not be a bad idea for Ken and I also to take along some sort of weapon.”
They stopped and looked around. Finding a stray broom handle, Ken sawed it into three pieces and Jack discarded his bat. Putting their weapons out of sight, they walked off. “How will we manage it?” asked Ken.