CHAPTER XII
TRAPPED
Bob and Hugh stared at each other in astonishment. They had been trickedand were now prisoners. A moment later they recovered somewhat from theirsurprise and with one accord sprang for the door.
Bob seized the knob and shook it violently. To no purpose, however.
"Get a chair, Hugh," he cried. "We'll smash the door in."
"How do we know what's waiting for us in the hall?"
"I don't care. We've got to get out of here."
There was a deafening report of a gun fired in the narrow hall. The panelof the door close to Bob's head was splintered, and a bullet shot acrossthe room, shivering the one remaining pane of glass left in the window.
"Duck!" shouted Hugh. "Get away from that door!"
Bob needed no second urging. He sprang aside and cowered against theside of the wall. The two boys looked at each other, pale-lipped andbreathing hard.
"Whew," exclaimed Hugh. "That was a close call."
Bob whipped his pistol out of his pocket, and began to crawl backtoward the door.
"What are you going to do?" demanded Hugh in alarm.
"I'm going to send a bullet through there myself," said Bob. "We mightjust as well let them know we're alive too."
"Don't you do it. You'll only waste your bullets and it may help us laterif they don't know we are armed."
Bob hesitated. "I guess you're right," he said a moment later, andpresently resumed his place against the wall.
"What'll we do?" said Hugh.
"I don't know. Did you hear anybody?"
"Not a soul. All I heard was the door bang and then the pistol shot."
"I guess we're in for it," said Bob nervously.
"We must get out of here."
"I think so too, but how?"
"We can smash the door."
"Yes, and the minute we stick our heads out of the door we'll get abullet through us. I don't see that we stand a chance."
"But we can't stay here," protested Hugh. "If we do they'll certainly fixus one way or another."
"If I don't come home to lunch father will get worried and bring help tous; he knows where we are."
"These people won't wait that long. If they are spies and plottersthey'll be desperate and they won't waste much time dealing with us."
"I wonder how far it is to the ground."
"We'd break a leg trying to jump," said Hugh.
"I'll look anyway," and Bob carefully raised himself to his feet andadvanced toward the window. He peered out and then suddenly uttered anexclamation.
"Hugh," he cried in a low voice. "The gray roadster is out there. A manjust got in and is driving off."
With one bound Hugh was by his friend's side. "Could you see who it was?"he demanded eagerly. The roadster had disappeared down the wagon road.
"I couldn't see," said Bob. "His back was toward me all the time."
"How do you suppose that car got in here without our hearing it?"
"I don't know. Of course they had the cutout closed."
"Do you think that man has gone for help?"
"I wouldn't be surprised."
"Then now is our chance to get out of here."
"Perhaps he left a guard."
"I can't help it. At any rate we'll never have a better opportunitythan this."
"Shall we smash the door in with a chair?" asked Bob.
"I don't see what else we can do."
"It's a chance."
"Of course it is, but it's no bigger chance than it is to stay here."
"All right then," said Bob. "Let's each get a chair."
They possessed themselves of chairs and then took their places one oneach side of the door. They held the chairs by the backs and prepared toswing them against the panels.
"One, two, three," counted Bob, and smote the door with all thestrength he could muster. A second later Hugh followed suit. The doorwas made of heavy oak, however, and stood fast. Bob and Hugh shrankback against the wall and waited for any result of their efforts.Silence pervaded the house.
"I guess that man was the only one here," said Hugh.
"It seems so; let's try it again."
Once more the chairs crashed against the door, but without effect. Againand again the two boys exerted themselves to the utmost, but the soleresult of their efforts was to break the chairs. Finally, well-nighexhausted, they stopped.
"It's no use, Bob," panted Hugh. "The door is stronger than the chairs."
"We've got to get out of here though."
"The only way I can see is the window."
"But we can't jump that far; we'd only break a leg or something. Thereisn't even a roof to help us."
"Can't we make a rope out of our clothes and slide down?"
"I say to try the door again," exclaimed Bob.
"But we can't smash it with these chairs," Hugh protested.
"I know it; let's try the table."
"How are you going to do that?"
"I'll show you," said Bob. "Take hold of this end with me."
They grasped the table and dragged it to a spot directly in front of thedoor and eight or ten feet distant from it. "Now," exclaimed Bob. "When Isay, 'three,' we'll push it with all our might against the door."
"It'll never work," said Hugh, with a shake of his head.
"Try it," cried Bob. "We've got to do something."
They took firm hold of the table and set themselves. "Now," said Bob."One, two, three." They pushed with all their strength and a moment laterthe table crashed into the door. The door creaked and groaned but didnot give way.
"It won't work," said Hugh with great conviction.
"Yes, it will too," exclaimed Bob. "Stick to it."
They dragged the table back and once again drove it hurtling against thedoor. This time their efforts met with some success for the corner of thetable drove straight through one of the panels.
"See that?" cried Bob excitedly. "I believe that if I put my hand throughthat opening I can reach the key and unlock the door."
"You don't suppose for a second that that man left the key in thedoor, do you?"
"I don't suppose he did," admitted Bob, somewhat crestfallen. "Stillthere's no harm in trying anyway."
"There may be somebody on guard in the hall."
"We'll have to risk that." Bob thrust his arm through the opening made inthe door panel, but soon withdrew it. "The key is not there," he said.
"Of course not," exclaimed Hugh. "Get out of the way and let me get a fewwhacks at that panel with the chair." He attacked the door furiously andin a few moments had knocked out the panel completely.
"I guess we can squeeze through there now," he said.
"Let me go first," exclaimed Bob. "I've got a gun."
He squirmed through the opening in the door and seeing no sign of any oneoutside called to Hugh to follow him. A moment later they stood side byside in the dark and narrow hallway.
"We'd better get out of here as fast as we can," whispered Bob.
"The sooner it is, the better I'm pleased," returned Hugh grimly.
They stole along the hall, every sense alert. Presently they came tothe head of the stairs and discovering nothing to alarm them, starteddown. The stairs still creaked and groaned, but the boys' confidencewas rapidly returning as they neared outdoors and safety, and theyhurried along.
A side door stood open and toward this they made their way. Bob hadreturned his revolver to his pocket for he really thought he should notneed it any more. He stepped out of the doorway and started down thesteps. As he did so a man sprang at him and with a blackjack dealt him astunning blow over the head. Bob reeled uncertainly for an instant, andthen sank unconscious to the floor; there he lay in a limp heap.
Before the man could deal with Bob's companion, Hugh had grappled withhim, and a moment later they were rolling over and over on the groundfighting like wild cats.
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