"It's Jellup, Ned," exclaimed in a whisper a sudden voice which Ned
instantly recognized as Alan's.
"No more from you," exclaimed a rough voice in quick reply. "Here's
the rope, Domingo."
The man on top of Ned knew his business. Almost before the boy
realized what was being done his hands and feet were caught in
dexterous knots and he was helpless.
"Now," continued the other voice, "let's have a few minutes' talk."
Ned's assailant had arisen, and for the first time the boy could
look about. In the center of the room, with a sputtering candle in
his hand, stood the revengeful Jellup. His companion Ned at once
remembered as one of the noisy court room spectators of the day
before. Between the two, clad in his pajamas and similarly bound,
was poor Alan.
"Ye can stand or set, jist as ye like," began Jellup. "Me and me
deputy hev made this little visit to ye fur a purpose. The citizens
of this town is tired of yer carryin's on and they've just delegated
me to ascertain what it all means. We got a purty good idee."
"Well, what is your idea?" interrupted Ned, slowly regaining his
composure and his natural defiance.
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