Matt led the way, and McGlory followed. They left the door open, and a faint radiance followed them, but they were in unfamiliar surroundings, and had to grope their way along.
"Is that you, Motor Matt?" called a voice, which they recognized as Pardo's.
"Yes," Matt answered.
"Come on in here. I'm not feeling very well to-night, and the light hurts my eyes. You can guide yourself by the sound of my voice, can't you?"
"We'll get there, all right."
"Is your friend with you?"
"Yes. I never travel without him."
The next moment Matt gained the open door in another bulkhead. Before he could pass through it, two sinewy arms went around him from behind and a hand was clapped over his lips. He struggled, but he was caught as in a vise, and his efforts to free himself were useless. From near at hand, too, he heard sounds which indicated that McGlory, also, had been seized.
"Got them?" came the voice of Pardo.
"Yes, sir," answered the man who was holding Matt, "but they're fightin' like a pair o' young demons."