CHAPTER XXXII
THE TIN BOX AGAIN
Paul stared, and well he might; as the match flamed up he found himself confronting a man who had evidently been sleeping on the floor of the cavern, for he had just thrown a blanket aside.
And Paul recognized him instantly as the party who had passed them on that noon, in the rig which he imagined must have been stolen—the man he had reason to believe Joe suspected to be connected with the robbery of his father.
Feeling that he would be apt to receive a hostile reception here, Paul turned to run. He hoped that, as the match went out, the other would not know just where to look for him, and thus he might escape.
But to his surprise, as he turned he found that another man faced him, who must have been located at a point he had passed while creeping along close to the wall.
Before Paul could dodge, this fellow had clasped his arms about him. The other was has
tily lighting some sort of lantern, with which he seemed to be provided.