"Then what's the sense of asking me?"
"None of your impudence, young man! You've always been too much of a busy-body for your own good," snarled Jarrow.
"What's the use of questioning him, dad?" said Donald. "He'll only lie."
"That's probably correct. I guess he heard everything. What shall we do with him?"
"Make him a prisoner," said Jarrow.
"But we can't stay here to guard him and he'd be out of this room in a jiffy."
"I'll tell you where we'll take him," said Donald. He whispered in his father's ear. Judson's face brightened and he nodded approvingly.
"Just the place. It will serve him right. He got himself into this mess."
"Are you going to let me go?" demanded Jack.
"Certainly not. You've made your bed—you can lie on it."