His eyes roved over the place and detected a transom at the side nearer the cabin of Phalos. Instantly he beckoned to Teddy and they went in, closing the door softly.
Making no noise, Don piled up some of the boxes and stood on them. This brought his head to a level with the transom.
For a moment he could make out nothing definite in the cabin. Then, as his eyes grew accustomed to the shadows, he saw the form of Phalos sitting in a chair. Looking closer, he saw that the old man was tightly bound and that a gag had been thrust into his mouth.
Teddy also had mounted the boxes and stood at Don’s side.
“Do you see that?” asked Don, in a whisper. “There isn’t a minute to lose.”
“What should we do?” exclaimed Teddy.
Don tried the transom and found that it swung toward him. He pulled it still further forward and fastened it to a hook above his head.
The aperture was none too large, but sufficient to permit the passage of his body.
“Come after me as soon as you can,” directed Don, as he swung himself up and through the opening.
He dropped lightly on the other side and a moment later Teddy had followed him.