It was not long before, in spite of the jolting, Jack fell asleep, and a little later Bob joined him in slumberland. It seemed to the latter that he had been asleep a long time when he was awakened by the sound of loud and angry voices.
“That’s all right, but you keep those hands up in the air,” he heard an angry voice demand.
CHAPTER VI
UP A TREE
“It’s a hold-up,” Bob thought, as he nudged Jack, and at the same time placed his hand over the boy’s mouth.
“What’s the matter?” Jack whispered, in a low tone.
“Looks as though we’d been held up,” Bob replied.
But just then he heard words which reassured him:
“We’ve had our eyes on you for some time, Sandy, and you might as well come clean. It’ll be the best for you in the end.”
“But I’m a tellin’ yer, Jake, thot I hain’t got a mite o’ liquor on board,” they heard the Irishman protest.
“Mebby not just now,” came the reply. “But I knew well enough that you had some on the down trip.”