Patsy Garvan involuntarily pulled back his coat cuffs, as if getting ready for action.
“Let’s get busy!” he said. “If Chick’s in this place, we’re going to have him out. And if Larry Dugan and his crowd are coming to-night, we have no time to lose. It’s getting dark now.”
“We’ll row around to that back door, Patsy,” was the quiet way Nick Carter issued his order.
CHAPTER VII.
CHICK’S FELLOW PRISONER.
We must go back to the early morning, at Crownledge, to find out how Marcos and Chick had been kidnapped in the very midst of their friends.
The only thing Chick knew was that, when he had taken the power boat back to its owner, Joe Travers, he was coming up through the grounds of the big residence, and suddenly found himself overpowered by several men whom he could not see.
A sandbag knocked him nearly senseless, and then a bag was pulled over his head and he was carried some little distance, until he felt himself in a boat, rocking rather violently.
He soon recovered entire consciousness, but found his arms bound so tightly outside the sack that he could not move.
There was rather a long trip on the boat, which, from its sound and motion, he soon knew to be a power launch, and then he was made to step ashore and walk up a hill.
A ride in a motor car, followed by a short trip in a rowboat, was Chick’s experience. He was thrown into some chamber, the dampness of which penetrated the sack and his other clothing, and sent a chill through him. Before he was left alone the ropes were taken from his arms.