"Yes, and without any chance of getting out, either," declared Jimsy; "there's not even a window in the place."
"Well this is worse and more of it," cried Roy. "Who can have done that?"
"The same people that stole the Golden Butterfly," declared Peggy. "Hark!"
Outside they heard rapidly retreating footsteps, followed by a harsh laugh.
"Let us out!" shouted Roy.
"You can stay there till judgment day, for all I care," came back a hoarse, rasping voice; "you kids were too fresh, and now you're getting what's coming to you."
CHAPTER XIII.
PRISONERS IN THE HUT.
It was almost pitch dark within the hut. Only from a crack under the door could any light enter. For an instant after the taunting of the voices of the men who had locked them in reached their ears, the trio of youthful prisoners remained silent.