He had ceased to expect anything so civilized in Mr. Tucker’s establishment.
“Now you’re safe in your room, I reckon I’d better go downstairs,” said Tucker.
“I will go with you.”
“Not much you won’t! We ain’t a-goin’ to give you a chance of runnin’ away just yet!”
“Do you mean to keep me a prisoner?” demanded Philip.
“That’s just what we do, at present,” answered his genial host.
“It won’t be for long, Mr. Tucker.”
“What’s that you say? I’m master here, I’d have you to know!”
Just then a shrill voice was heard from below:
“Come down, Joe Tucker! Are you goin’ to stay upstairs all day?”