“They will,” said Dimmock, with emphasis.
“My mission is to find my chum——”
“You’ll have fulfilled your mission when we get to where we’re going.”
“McGlory will be there?”
“Yes.”
“That’s all I can ask. Take these ropes off me, can’t you? I’m too anxious to find McGlory to try to get away.”
“The ropes won’t be removed until we reach the house.”
“What’s to be done at the house?”
“Nothing to your physical harm. You and McGlory will be entertained there for a few days. You’ll be able to eat, drink, and enjoy yourselves—within certain prescribed limits.”
“But we can’t do that!” cried Matt, suddenly remembering that his chum had to be back in New York by Wednesday afternoon.