To their delight, which they were careful to conceal, they were put into a room together, though under a strong guard.
“Looks so we were in for it,” said Plum, after they had been left by themselves for an hour or more.
“It was a hard set-back to my plans,” said Jack.
“I wonder what they will do with us,” ventured Plum, expressing the thought uppermost in our hero’s mind.
“From what I have overheard I should judge we were likely to be shot at the first opportunity.”
“’Pears to me you’re mighty cool about it. Will they dare to shoot us? We are not mixed up in their war, and it might make trouble for them in in the end, if I know anything.”
“They don’t stop to consider that. It is my opinion they would dare to do anything but meet an equal number of the enemy. It looks bad for us, Plum.”
“I wonder if we can’t dig out of here somehow? These walls don’t seem so awful thick.”
“Of course we must try and get out of this. The first thing to do will be to free our limbs. Can you loosen your bonds any?”
For the next ten minutes the boys were busy trying to free their hands from the ligatures which had been fastened in no uncertain way.