They found a door at the rear as they had expected and, as they reached it, Bob said:
"No need of more than one going in. You two stay here and I'll see what there is there."
"You leave door open," Lucky declared.
The door was not locked and yielded readily to his touch and he quickly stepped inside leaving it wide open as the Indian had ordered. It was pitch dark inside and, for an instant, he listened. Soon he was conscious of heavy breathing and, pressing the spring of the flashlight, he threw its beams about the room. As he had expected it was the kitchen and in one corner, near the stove, lay the body of a man. As Bob bent over the form he perceived that it was a man slightly past middle age. He bent over and touched the man lightly on the shoulder.
"S-s-s-s-h," he whispered as he moved. "Don't make a noise."
"Who—who are you?" the man whispered.
"I'm a friend. Are you tied?"
"Yes."
Bob knelt on the floor and in a moment had untied the piece of rope with which the man's hands were tied behind his back. Then he released his feet which were also tightly bound together.
"Can you get up?" he asked.