“Good.” Then turning to the man he said: “I don’t suppose it will be any good asking you what you’re doing up here and why you tied us up.”
“I’m afraid not,” the man smiled.
“I thought not. Well ‘what’s sass for the goose’s sass for the gander.’ If you’ll get that rope we’ll give him a taste of his own medicine,” he said turning to Jack.
The man made not the slightest objection while they bound him securely. Rather he seemed inexpressibly bored with the proceeding.
“I don’t know how expert you are at getting a rope off,” Bob said as soon as they had finished, “But I rather think that will hold you for awhile.”
“If you are satisfied I guess I’ll have to be,” he smiled.
Grabbing him by the shoulders Bob dragged the man into the cave and then returned to the outer room closing the door behind him. After he had slipped the bar in place he turned to Jack.
“Well, what’s next?”
“Lunch,” Jack declared without hesitation.
“All right, but let’s make it snappy.”