ay, and then over the
rickety floor of the mill to the lower corner. He unbolted the closet
door and shoved them roughly in.
It was not by any means a joyful reunion for the Jolly Rovers, but they
were very glad to be together again nevertheless. A crevice in the door
admitted some light to the closet, and at the same time afforded a view
of Mr. Moxley, who was then sitting on the sawdust heap, examining the
contents of his grain bag.
He drew out two dead chickens, half a dozen ears of corn, and a quantity
of apples and pears--a sure proof that he had secretly been plundering
some farmer. He began to munch one of the apples, and the boys took
advantage of the opportunity to narrate their adventures in low,
whispered tones.
When all had been told the mystery was no nearer solution than
before--in fact it was even more complex.
"I can't imagine why this fellow has gone to such trouble and risk to
capture us all," said Ned. "I hardly think he will do any harm. We must
wait patiently and see what happens."
"I can't understand that warning Nugget and I received," added Clay. "I
hope the man will keep his word and help us out of this scrape."
"I wouldn't count on that," replied Ned; "and yet there may be more in
it than we suppose."
"Hush!" whispered Randy with his eyes to the crevice. "Here comes the
tramp."
Moxley rose and approached the closet. He partially opened the door, and
then walked back a few paces behind one of the logs.
"Now step out, you chaps," he commanded sternly. "I have a little
business to attend to, and I want it done quietly."
The boys tremblingly obeyed, and when they were grouped before the door
the ruffian added, "Now go through your pockets and lay everything you
have on this log. See that you don't keep anything back."
It was hard to submit to this audacious robbery, but there was no
alternative. Moxley had the gun in his hands.
The boys deposited all they had about them on the log--watches, money,
keys, fishing tackle, and handkerchiefs. The fellow made them turn every
pocket inside out, and when he was satisfied that all were empty he
appropriated the money, watches, and keys. The other articles he
contemptuously rejected, and allowed the boys to take them back.
Then he drove his prisoners into the closet and bolted the door--much to
their surprise and consternation, for they had confidently expected to
be turned loose.
"No racket now," he growled. "I ain't going so
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