Dan grew dizzy, and groping for something to cling to, his hand scraped across the door.
"Wait! I could have sworn I heard something move inside. Who keeps the key of this shed?"
"Kay? There's never a kay at the like of it."
"Then how is it fastened? From within? Wait—let me see."
There was a sound like the brushing of a hand over the outside face of the door.
"Has the snow stopped up the keyhole, or is there no such thing? Or is the door fastened by a padlock?"
Dan had regained his self-possession by this time. He felt an impulse to throw the door open. He groped at his waist for the dagger, but belt and dagger were both gone.
"All this is very strange," said Jarvis, and then he seemed to turn from the door and move away.
"Stop. Where is the man Dan—the captain?" he asked, from a little distance.
"I dunno," said Davy, stoutly.