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He returned in less than five minutes, and announced that Abner was waiting with the provisions and the rope. "Now I have an idea for working this little scheme," he added. "Jeffries, you go to the other end of the mill and open a conversation with Moxley let on you want to reason with him some more.
Bug's heart beat wildly when he heard the crack and saw the light flash through the darkness. He jammed the pistol into his pocket and rose on his hands and knees. Moxley was standing before the sawdust heap with his face to the wall. As the match flared up he dropped the gun and seized a greenish bottle that was lying at his feet. "Here's luck!" he muttered contentedly.
Suddenly changing his voice he demanded gruffly, "Where are the other two chaps?" "Why why how did you know there were two more?" exclaimed Ned, thrown off his guard by the question. Mr. Moxley smiled complacently. "I seen the canoes and the tent up yonder along the shore. As the canoes happened to be empty I judged the rest of the party were on behind somewhere.
Hocker and Jeffries exchanged glances of mutual understanding. The latter quickly unlocked the bracelets and freed Bug's wrists. "Now's your chance," he whispered. "Moxley is on the second floor. Slip in before he comes down. There's a loose board just below that middle window. There ain't time for more than one to get in or we'd follow you. When you need us sing out. Here, take this."
"The rascal must have seen us coming up the slope in the moonlight," muttered Hocker. "I suppose he thought we had the place surrounded and every avenue of escape cut off. He's a desperate fellow, and may stand a long siege." In truth Moxley seemed to be preparing for that very thing.
"No, but I intend you to lower me through," answered Ned. "If I can reach one of those rafters I will be all right. It won't be a difficult matter to get out on land. Then I will hurry around to the door, liberate you fellows, while Moxley is sleeping, seize his gun and then away for freedom." Ned drew a long breath at the prospect.
"Won't you let us go and look for our companions now?" he asked. "If the island is flooded they are in great danger." Ned had risen in his eagerness, and now he made a step toward the door. "Sit down!" thundered Mr. Moxley. "If you lads try to escape I'll put a hole through you." He lifted the gun and patted it significantly, and that instant Ned recognized the weapon.
He had confidently expected to find Moxley sound asleep, and instead of that the fellow was sitting upright with his gun across his knees, and his bottle in one hand. Perhaps the splash made by Ned's drop into the wasteway had wakened him without arousing his supicions. He had no present intention of going to sleep, for he moved a little closer to the light of the lantern, and filled his pipe.
"She is going to make me the very latest thing in mountain-climbing suits, and she gets all her fashions straight from New York." Her friends exchanged covert glances and said nothing. Nancy's conferences with Mrs. Moxley, the dressmaker, were a source of endless amusement to them. It was Mrs.
Now that I've got Moxley safe and sound I don't intend to prosecute the other chap. I reckon what he says is true, an' you know yourself what he did fur us to-night more than you or me would have done. He deserves to go free." "Well, if you're determined not to make a charge, why that settles it," replied Jeffries a little stiffly.
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