"If you do--well,
you'll wish you hadn't, that's all."
And then he rejoined his companions in the outer chamber, leaving poor
Tom and Sam to their misery.
CHAPTER XXII.
JASPER GRINDER TRIES TO MAKE TERMS.
"Well, Tom, this looks as if we had put our foot into it," was Sam's
comment, delivered in a whisper.
"Don't despair, Sam," said his brother cheerfully. "We have been in
worse holes, remember, and always managed to escape with a whole skin."
"That's true, but I don't see how we are going to get away now. I
suppose somebody will stand on guard all the time."
"Perhaps Dick and Mr. Barrow will come to the rescue."
"If they can find the way. The wind and snow will cover the trail pretty
well."
"There's no use of crying over the affair. If we can break away, I'll be
for doing so."
"So will I."
"Hi, you stop your talking in there!" shouted Dan Baxter. "Plotting to
run away, I reckon. It won't do you any good. If you try it, somebody
will get a dose of buckshot in the leg."
"You don't mean to say you're going to stop our talking," said Tom, in
indignation.
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