“Likely it’s a summer club-house, which these men have either rented or preëmpted for our prison.”
“The country around here is surely deserted!” said Davila.
“Hence, a proper choice for our temporary residence.”
“I can’t understand the care they are taking of us—the deference with which we are treated, the food that is given us.”
“Parmenter’s treasure, and the prize they think they’re playing for, has much to do with it. We are of considerable value, according to their idea.”
After a while, they went back to the house. The two men, who had remained out of hearing, but near enough to prevent any attempt to escape, having seen them safely within, disappeared. As they passed through the hall they encountered the chief. He stepped aside.
“You enjoyed your walk, I trust?” he said.
Davila nodded curtly. Elaine stopped.
“I feel sorry for you!” she said, smiling.
“You are very kind,” he replied. “But why?”