"I should say so! Why, this Cunningham is nothing but what you said he was—a crook!"
"And those with him are just plain thieves!" said Tom. "Well, we've got enough evidence to jail the lot of them."
"Including Barton!" said Ned.
"Yes, including Barton!"
"But first we've got to get out of here," went on Ned. "Come on, before that meeting breaks up," and he nodded toward the other room.
He and Tom came out of their hiding place and, as they did so, Ned saw, lying on a ledge, an automatic pistol. With an exclamation of satisfaction, he picked it up, ascertained that the magazine was filled, and put it in his pocket. Tom had the one taken from the guard.
"We've got to work fast!" Tom whispered to his chum, as they went back along the corridor. "Try the first window you come to and we'll light out!"
"This looks like a good one," said Ned, indicating a casement which, they could see by looking out, was not far from the ground. "Come on!"
As Ned threw one leg over the sill and Tom was in readiness to follow, they heard a noise behind them and saw Cunningham running toward them.
"Guards! Guards!" yelled the Englishman. "The prisoners are escaping! Help me!"