“Do? You’ll see. Not going to spoil your beauty, mate.”
Don’s heart sank low. All that hopeful labour over the rope thrown away! And he cast a despairing look at Jem.
“Never mind, my lad,” whispered the latter. “More chances than one.”
“Now then! No whispering. Come along!” shouted the sinister-looking man, fiercely. “Come on down. Bring ’em along.”
Don cast another despairing look at Jem, and then marched slowly toward the opening in the floor.
Chapter Fifteen.
A Desperate Attempt.
Just as the prisoners reached the trap-door a voice came from below.