Out into the hall they went again, to follow it to an angle, where it turned sharply to the rear, examining each door that they came to.
Finally, at the extreme end of the hall, they found a door which was not only bolted, but barred as well. Chick went to this door, and tapped on it lightly, but in a peculiar manner.
The signal was so light as to be almost unheard, but it was immediately responded to.
“She’s here,” said Chick. “Cover me while I take these fastenings off.”
In a twinkling the bar was wrenched off and the bolts withdrawn and the door flung open.
Nick and Chick sprang through, with revolvers up and were met with a merry laugh.
“There’s no one to fight here but me,” said Ida.
She soon satisfied the anxious inquiries of the two that she was unharmed and uninjured in any way, and then Nick said:
“Not another word now until we get Ida out of this place.”
“Give me a gun,” said Ida. “I lost mine early in the evening.”