"Well, was I right?"
"Oh, say, don't rub it in, Jack. Of course you were. I was a fool to have gone to sleep, but——"
"Never mind reproaching yourself now, Pete," said Jack soberly. "The thing to do is to get out of here as quick as possible."
"Yes, we've no time to lose," said Pete, a serious look coming over his ordinarily cheerful countenance.
Jack caught a more serious meaning underlying the words than they seemed to hold in themselves.
"I should say so," he rejoined. "We've got to catch that old ruffian and give him the thrashing of his life. The idea of shutting us in here. I thought he was crazy, and now I know it."
"Not so crazy as you think, Jack," replied Pete gravely. "I'm afraid he's got more sense than we gave him credit for, and that right now we are in more serious danger than at any time since we escaped."
"What do you mean?"
"Never mind now. I don't want to scare you to death without there being any necessity for it. What I want to impress on you is that there is no time to lose."