They left the vestibule. Dan reached for the knob of the rear, outside door. When he twisted it, an empty feeling came into his stomach. He tugged, but the door refused to budge.
“Stuck?” Brad asked, moving close.
Dan’s lips had drawn into a tight, white line. “Not stuck,” he managed in a faint voice, “Locked!”
CHAPTER 12
RULES OF BASKETBALL
“Locked?” Brad repeated, stunned by Dan’s disclosure. “Why, it couldn’t be.”
He went quickly to the door to test it for himself.
“We’re trapped in here,” Dan gasped, truly unnerved. “Someone must have come along and locked us in. What’ll we do?”
“Take it cool, for one thing,” Brad replied, forcing himself to remain very calm. “Hey, look here!”
He pointed to the bolt which had been shot into place from the inside of the building.
“Well, what d’you know?” Dan mumbled.