"No need to fret, Mr. Goings, for I have them as safe as a squirrel in a box trap."
Little Snap started at the sound of that voice, and then as he looked closer, he cried:
"Father! father!"
CHAPTER XXXVII.
CONCLUSION.
He whom the postboy had known simply as Old Solitaire tore off the balance of his disguise, and, rushing to Dix's side, said:
Thank God, my son, for this hour. I will tell you all when we get home. But now we must look after our prisoners."
"Did you have any trouble in catching them?" asked Mr. Goings.
"None after I had overpowered the guard. You will find him on the shelf below. When I had secured him, I slipped the rock down over the mouth, and there they were. They have been doing some tall growling, but they seem quiet now."
"How had we better get at them?"
"Let all of us get down in front of the place, and when we have moved the stone enough, tell them to come out one by one. The passage isn't wide enough to admit of more than one at a time, and I think they are glad enough to get out by this time."