"Look outside—look through the window!" said Jamieson.
Holmes rushed to the window, and his teeth showed in a snarl at what he saw.
"You can't get away, you see," said Jamieson. "There isn't any sentiment about those soldiers. They'd shoot you if you tried to run through them. I'd advise you to take things easily. There'll be a United States marshall to take you in charge pretty soon. He's on his way from Rock Haven now. He'll probably come on the same boat that brings Silas Weeks—and some other people you are not expecting."
Holmes slumped into a chair. Defeat was written in his features. But he pulled himself together presently.
"You've got the upper hand right now," he said. "But what good does it do you? I'm the only one who knows the truth, and the reason for all this. They won't do anything to me—they can't prove any kidnapping charge. The boat was disabled—I entertained these girls over night when they were stranded here."
"We'll see about that," said Jamieson, quietly. "And I may know more than you think. I've been finding out a few things since the talk I had with Jake Hoover in Bay City yesterday. Did you know that he was arrested the day before yesterday at Plum Beach?"
Evidently Holmes had not known it. The news was a fresh shock to him. But he was determined not to admit defeat.
"Much good he'll do you!" he said. "He doesn't know anything—even if he thinks he does."