OUT OF THE FRYING-PAN
Arrived at the opening, Ernest found that there was a trap-door, which
through carelessness had been left open. It was, however, a serious
problem to draw himself up so as to profit by what he had already done.
Twice he failed and nearly lost his grip on the rope. Then he caught hold
of the projection from which the rope depended, and by a supreme effort he
succeeded, helping himself by means of the trap-door in emerging from his
subterranean prison.
Stretching himself he took a deep breath and realized joyfully not only
that he was free, but that he had recovered the valuable bonds of which he
had been placed in charge.
He began to look around him and tried to conjecture in what direction he
must go to reach Lee's Falls. He was quite at a loss, as he had been
carried into the cave blindfolded. But help seemed to be at hand. He saw
at a little distance, rapidly approaching him, a man of middle height whom
he concluded to be a resident of some place in the vicinity.
"Can you tell me in what direction I must go to reach Lee's Falls?" he
asked.
The stranger paused and examined him.
"So you want to go to Lee's Falls?" he said.
"Yes, sir."
"Where do you come from?"
"From Emmonsville."
"Direct?"
"No."
"I saw you just now coming out of some opening in the earth."
This alarmed Ernest. He felt that he might be called upon to explain where
he had been.
"Who is this man?" he asked himself. "Is he one who is likely to be in the
confidence of the outlaws? If so I have only got out of one scrape to fall
into another."
He studied the face of the man with whom he was speaking and to his dismay
noted a resemblance to James Fox. He began to suspect that this was his
brother.
Whether it was or not Ernest deemed it politic to say as little as
possible of his experiences and of what he knew about the cave and its
occupants.
"Yes," he answered quietly; "there seems to be a cave underneath. I found
the trap-door open and went down, but I regretted it, for I found it
difficult to get out again."
His new acquaintance eyed him scrutinizingly, as if to see whether he knew
more than he was willing to reveal.
"So there is a cave underneath?" he said.
"Yes."
"Have you any idea what it is used for?"
"I don't think it is used at all. The room below seems empty."
The man regarded him fixedly.
"When did you leave Emmonsville?" he asked abruptly.
"Yesterday," answered Ernest in some confusion.
"How does it happen that you have got no farther on your way to Lee's
Falls?"
"I stopped at the cabin of an Indian," answered Ernest, making the only
explanation he could think of.
The man smiled.
"Young man," he said, "didn't you pass last night in this cave?"
Ernest saw that there was no further chance for subterfuge.
"Yes," he answered.
"I thought so."
"You were captured?" the other went on.
"Yes."
"Have you any suspicion by whom this cave is occupied?"
"I presume by the Fox brothers."
"Correct. I am one of them."
"I began to think so."
"How were you able to escape?"
"I was left with the little boy. He fell asleep and then I began to
explore."
"Where is my brother?"
"He went out quite early, I presume in search of you."
"Exactly. I suppose my brother heard that I was in trouble?"
"Yes."
"By the way, the Quaker detective through whom I got into difficulty you
doubtless know?"
"I do."
"I was put into jail at Crampton, but I managed to effect my escape. Are
you connected in any way with the Emmonsville bank?"
"Yes."
"In what way?"
"As bank messenger."
"Did my brother take anything from you?"
"Yes."
"Money?"
"No, bonds."
"You are a sensible boy. You answer my questions freely. You are a smart
boy, too. It isn't every lad of your age who would have managed to effect
an escape from the cave. Do you remember the entrance?"
"No; I was carried into it blindfolded."
"I thought my brother would be prudent. So you couldn't find it again."
"No, I don't think so."
"Still I cannot run any risk. You will have to come with me."
"Where do you want to carry me?" asked Ernest, much disturbed.
"I will carry you back to the cave."
"Let me go free. I will promise not to reveal anything that I have
discovered."
"I am sorry, boy, but you were made prisoner by my brother, and I owe it
to him to prevent your escape."
It was intolerable to Ernest to think of having his captivity renewed. He
determined that he would at least make an effort for freedom.
Accordingly he did not hesitate, but started to run, hoping that in this
way he might save himself. He had always the reputation among his boy
companions as a sprinter, and resolved to see whether this was a lost
art.
"So that's your game, is it?" exclaimed the outlaw. "It will go hard with
me if I don't catch you. Stop, or it will be the worse for you!"
But Ernest had no intention of giving up so soon. He only exerted himself
the more.
The contest was not so unequal as might have been supposed. Ernest was
tall for his age, and the outlaw was rather below the average height. So
there was in reality only about an inch difference in their height.
On the other hand, John Fox had, as might be supposed, more strength and
endurance. He was not over weight and therefore not scant of breath.
Ernest got the start and this was an advantage. One ran about as fast as
the other, so it settled down into a contest of endurance.
The outlaw, however, was irritated at the unexpected difficulty of his
undertaking. He had thought that Ernest would surrender.
"I wish I had my revolver," he muttered.
Had the outlaw been aware that Ernest had in his possession the packet of
bonds which had impelled his brother to make him a captive his zeal would
have been increased. He knew, of course, that the bonds would be taken
from him and he could conceive of no chance of the boy's recovering them.
They flew over the ground, maintaining the same relative distance. But
there was an unexpected contingency that worked to the disadvantage of
Ernest.
Directly in his path was a projecting root which in his haste escaped his
notice. He tripped over it, and as a natural consequence he measured his
length on the ground.
The outlaw's face lighted up with exultation. Now the issue was no longer
doubtful.
Before Ernest could recover himself and rise to his feet John Fox was upon
him.
He flung himself on the prostrate boy and clutched him in a firm grasp.
"Now I have you," he said. "You were a fool to run. You might have known
that you could not escape."
"I came near it, though," gasped Ernest, quite out of breath. "Let me
up."
"Will you promise to go with me without giving me any more trouble?"
"I will make no promises," said Ernest.
"Then it will be the worse for you," said the outlaw vindictively.
What he proposed to do must remain unknown, for as he spoke a hand was
thrust into his neckcloth and he was jerked violently to his feet.