“Then why did you want to come in, like a silly idiot?” stormed Larry.
“Because I thought we could find out something.”
“Well, we’re found in something.”
“Oh, but this is much queer!” exclaimed Thunderbolt.
“Come now, don’t let us get excited,” admonished Dave. “We have an ally on the outside—a mighty lucky idea of Bob Somers’.”
“Yes. And he’ll find a way to get us out,” said Sam, confidently. “Fellows, what kind of a place do you suppose we’ve run into?”
“The headquarters of a band of smugglers, of course,” cried Tom, with conviction. “Didn’t you see how strange Hank Styles looked when I spoke about the man who attacked me?”
“I certainly did,” answered Dick Travers.
“Are we going to jaw here all night?” demanded Larry Burnham. “I’m beginning to know what a chicken in a coop feels like. Let’s open that window an’ yell for Bob.”
“Gee! I was never so mad in all my life!” fumed Tom.