The first two sleepers were rudely awakened to find their arms and legs pinioned and a horny hand over their mouths. Incapable of resistance they were carried to the top of the ladder leading to the cellar, then fiercely threatened by the huge Irishman they were compelled to descend into utter darkness.
Twenty Valderians were served this way, when one fellow managed to give vent to a terrific yell, at the same time gripping with his powerful teeth the hand that strove to stifle his cry of alarm.
Instantly the remaining soldiers were awake, but being unarmed, they saw the uselessness of resistance. Without further trouble they were made to join their comrades in the underground cellar.
Without loss of life on either side, the Cavarale was in possession of the crew of the "Meteor."
CHAPTER XXVI.
UNABLE TO RISE.
"CUT the telephone wires, Callaghan," ordered Dacres.
"Beg pardon, sir," expostulated that worthy.
"Well?"
"Might I make so bold as to suggest, sir?"