At last footsteps were heard approaching from the opposite end of the ramshackle building.
“Somebody at last,” cried Jack.
He had hardly spoken when ‘Bully’ Broom stood before them, followed by—Donald Judson.
CHAPTER XXVII.—AT THE OLD FORT.
Jack found it difficult to credit his eyesight as he gazed at the boy who formerly had made so much trouble for them and the gigantic ruffian who stood beside him.
“Judson! Is it possible?” he gasped. “What brought you here?”
“Are you a prisoner, too?” demanded Mr. Jukes.
“A prisoner?” laughed Judson. “Well, that’s a good one, I must say. Only fools walk into traps.”
“Well, what are you doing here then, boy?” demanded the millionaire, recollecting his former kindness to Donald. “You ask him, Ready. He’s a friend of yours.”