"I tell you somebody's come after us," said one.
"Oh, hell! The man said nobody could hear a foghorn here," replied the other. "What's the use?"
Marsh found the key in the lock, and turning it, threw the door open. There stood Morgan and Tierney in the wreckage of what had once manifestly been a beautifully furnished bedroom. A black opening, through which a strong draft came when the door was opened, showed where once had been a shuttered window. The remains of chairs littered the floor, parts of the bed were scattered around the room, and in the center of the floor was a pile of felt that had once been the stuffing for the mattress.
"My God!" cried Marsh, "what has happened?"
The two men's faces lighted up at sight of him, and Tierney shouted, "What did I tell you, Morgan? I knew that guy would find us."
"He bane fine man," added a voice from the doorway.
"Hello Svenska!" bellowed Tierney. "Who are you?"
Nels grinned as Marsh explained who he was.
"How did you get in? Where's the gang?" rapidly questioned Morgan.
"One wounded and tied downstairs, and two safely tied up by the gate," explained Marsh. "One of the two out there is your man Wagner. Now tell me how you got here."