"Give it up," said Walt with a shrug.
"You don't think it can have anything to do with Black Ramon, do you?" inquired the professor.
"Not likely," rejoined Walt; "even down here there is some law and order, and the townsfolk of this place, whatever it is, would hardly be in league with a band of robbers."
"Then what do you suppose they have detained us for?"
"As I said before, Ralph, I give it up. Maybe it's for having red hair and looking suspiciously like Americans."
Soon after some blankets were thrown in to them, which they spread on the not overclean floor, and, being tired out, were soon asleep. In the morning they were awakened, and passed a long, dreary day in the semi-darkness.
"I can't stand this much longer," Ralph burst out, on the second night of their imprisonment. "If something doesn't happen soon, I'm going to escape."
"How?" inquired the practical Walt, gazing about at the thick walls and the small windows of their place of captivity.