"I don't see any table or—— Great Scott, what's that?" broke off Ralph suddenly.
The door had closed with a clang, and they heard the big bar on the outside being placed in position.
"Hey, there, let us out!"
"What are you doing?"
"Where's our breakfast?"
These exclamations came in chorus from the travelers. For an instant there was silence without, and then came a snarling sort of cry, which sounded very much like a contemptuous:
"Yah-h-h-h-h!"
Furiously the two boys fell on the stout door and shook it. It remained as firmly rooted in position as rock.
"We're prisoners once more," gasped Ralph.