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You will not be tortured, you and Dean, if you obey our commands." Coniston gripped me. "You fool! You caused us a lot of trouble. Move along there!" He jerked me roughly through the window. Marched me the length of the deck, out to the stern space, opened the door of my cubby, flung me in and sealed the door upon me. "Miko will come presently."
The smothering blanket of pearly-gray vapor had enwrapped them so completely that in their first excitement they lost all sense of their bearings, and as they had no compass they were in a bad fix indeed. Hastily Frank awoke Bluewater Bill. The old sailor uttered a sharp exclamation as he emerged from the cubby hole in which he had been sleeping and gazed about him.
My path to Cubby Hollow ran along a tumbling worm-fence, down a gravelly slope, and across a strip of swale, through which flowed the stream that farther on widened into the Hollow. A small jungle of dog-roses, elder, and blackberry tangled the banks of the stream, spreading into flanks of cinnamon-fern that crept well up the hillsides.
An oily Teutonic voice spoke just at his elbow: "Id's eight o'clock, I zee. We'd better go back und gif Taylor his speech, I guess." The young man turned. He happened to be standing just in front of the little cubby of a box-office. In it stood two men, one large and fat and blonde, the other short and stocky and dark.
We are lucky that they left no guard, but come, let us not tempt fate and remain any longer in this compromised outpost, to the fortress we go!" He finished and met with the approbations of the others, and accordingly, we exited the cubby hole and made our way through the rummaged room, up the stairs, and out of the tree.
It seemed there were six or eight of them, still dismantled, with a litter of their attendant batteries and coils and tube amplifiers. They were to be mounted here on the deck, I surmised; I saw in the dome side one or two of them already rolled into position. Anita and I stood outside Potan's cubby, gazing around us curiously. The men looked at us but none of them spoke.
"Even insects are not safe from him." "Well, he is a spider, as far as that goes," replied the Cowardly Lion. "Insects are a normal diet for him. But small children are not! How dare he even think of hurting little Dorothy? What a wicked creature he really is! Where is he? Let me have a talk with this nasty arachnid!" "That's the spirit!" cheered Cubby. "Come on, let's go!"
"And I'm glad Miko is dead," Anita added. I explained, "That accursed Miko murdered her brother." Acting! And never once did we dare relax. If only Miko's signals would hold off and give us time! We may have talked for half an hour. We were in a small steel-lined cubby, located in the forward deck of the ship. The dome was over it.
Anita and I gave him our most friendly smiles. "Thanks." He bowed to Anita with a sweeping gesture. "I will show you over the control room presently." His gaze went to the peak of the bow. The little hooded cubby there was the control room, then. Satisfaction swept me. Then above us in the tower, must surely be the signal room. Would Brotow follow us up? I hoped not.
"Just look here!" ordered Jane in a very definite tone of voice. "This is more than a cubby hole." She was pulling at a piece of rope strung through a broken staple. Nothing remained but the iron loop over which the old time outside padlock was usually snapped. Jane pulled so vigorously she opened the hidden door and toppled over backward with the broken rope in her hand.
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