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Jeffries was already in conversation with Moxley when his companions reached the wasteway. They could hear the voices of the two men indistinctly. Hocker motioned Ned to the rear seat beside Abner; then seizing the oars he pulled the boat swiftly into the deep shadows under the mill. The next step was a more difficult one.
He could not escape, for the removal of the plank from the sluiceway made the place literally an island. He sat down on a big stone, with his manacled hands resting on his knees. Ned was restless and heartsick, and the prolonged suspense grew more intolerable every moment. He was afraid that Moxley would vent his anger on the boys, and perhaps do them an injury. Hocker divined the lad's thoughts.
"She married the Dragon and lived happy ever afterwards." Hocker adopted sterner measures. He seized my arm and twisted it behind me. "She married who?" demanded Hocker: grammar was not Hocker's strong point. "The Dragon," I growled. "She married who?" repeated Hocker. "The Dragon," I whined. "She married who?" for the third time urged Hocker.
Fright gave Moxley the strength of a madman, and by a determined effort he tore loose from his plucky assailant, and springing to his feet started to run. He struck Hocker, who jumped in front of him, a furious blow that sent him reeling backward, but before he could make use of his advantage, he tripped on a log, and came down heavily.
"Don't be worried, lad," remarked Hocker soothingly. "He may be turned loose later on. You see I can't afford to let the guilty parties escape after the hard chase they've given me. Why, Jeffries and I have been scourin' all along the creek in a buggy. We happened to strike Zinn's farm this evening, and stopped fur information.
When Hocker and Jeffries burst into the mill, followed by Ned and Abner, the conflagration was beyond control. The flames were devouring the planking of the wall with a great roaring and crackling, spreading on each side and to the floor above. The scene was one long to be remembered.
After Casley, Hocker, deputy-keeper of the records in the Tower, undertook to continue the catalogue, but only completed it as far as the number 7355. When the collection was brought to the British Museum, after the death of the second Lord Oxford, Dr. Brown, Professor of Arabic at Oxford, and Dr.
Lend me that empty gun," he added, turning to Ned. "I'll cross the wasteway in the boat and get behind the trees a few yards up the hill. If the rascal attempts to crawl out the window I'll scare him back." Ned handed over the gun, and the farmer departed in haste. Hocker and Jeffries moved aside and carried on a whispered conversation. Bug was left to his own devices.
"There air plenty of holes an' loose boards." "An' Moxley is watchin' them all, too," remarked Hocker. "Your plan ain't very definite so far." Bug hesitated, and before he could reply something occurred that totally changed the situation. "I see you again, you rascal," came the farmer's voice from the hillside. "You can't fool me. Get away from that winder now."
"Hold steady now and look out for the rope end." But before Hocker could throw it footsteps came hastily over the floor above, and then a loud shrill whistle was heard Jeffries's signal. An instant of breathless suspense was followed by the sudden thrusting of a shiny object through a hole in the floor a little to one side of the closet. "No you don't," cried Moxley in a savage voice.
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