Frank was very much disgusted.
“I don’t understand it,” he muttered, dismally.
“What mought that be, pard?” asked the big trapper.
“How we came to fall into the hands of these miscreants.”
“I kin see it easily enuff.”
“How?”
“Why, we jest made cussed fools of ourselves. We hadn’t orter risked lookin’ in that window. They spotted us then.”
“Well, I’m inclined to believe you,” muttered Frank, “but the fates have seemed against us. Is there no way that we can escape from this place?”
“Don’t see any way.”
“We can’t saw a window bar out, for windows there are none. Really, Bill, I’m at my wits’ end.”