CHAPTER VIII
THE PRISONER
Athens was dark and lonely-looking as the big machine reëntered it. There was the usual light in the store and one in the house occupied by Mrs. Van Zandt and Polly. Scott motioned to Pachuca to draw up in front of the cabin. Mrs. Van Zandt came out as the machine stopped; evidently she was in doubt as to whether or not it was another invasion, for she stopped in the doorway and peered out anxiously.
“It’s all right, Mrs. Van!” cried Scott, cheerfully. “I’ve brought her back.”
Polly jumped out and ran to the astonished woman. “It’s all right,” she reiterated.
“Yes, I see it is; but where did you get that car?”
“It’s Señor Pachuca’s and we’ve got him, too,” replied the girl, in an undertone. “And we’ve brought back some of the things they took.”
“Has Hard come back?” demanded Scott, as Mrs. Van came out to the machine.
“No, and I wish he would. I’m worried about Jimmy Adams. Where are you going to put that chap?” asked Mrs. Van, eyeing Pachuca resentfully.