"What shall we do?" asked Frank of the driver.
The driver shrugged his shoulders.
"Can't we drive through them as we did before?"
"Dey have put a guard at de gate. Dey prepare dis time—an not let us go."
"Isn't there any back way?" asked Frank, once more, of the landlord, who now rejoined them, after having barred all the windows.
"Dere is; but de people are on de guard."
"Are there no soldiers about—no police? Can't some one go and get help?"
The landlord shook his head despondingly.
"But there must be some way of getting rid of the mob," said Frank, impatiently. "Can't you explain that it was all a mistake?"
The landlord sighed.