He determined to have revenge for that act of vandalism in
breaking his lamp.
But, just as he was free of the seat, he was surrounded by a
dozen persons, and several hands were laid on him.
"We've got you now!" some one fairly hissed in his ear. "Come
along, and get what's coming to you!"
Tom tried to fight, but he was overpowered by numbers and, a
little later, was dragged off into the woods in the darkness by
the masked figures. His arms were securely bound with ropes, and
a handkerchief was tied over his eyes. Tom Swift was a prisoner.
CHAPTER VIII A BLINDING FLASH
Stumbling on through the dark woods, led by his captors, Tom
tried to pierce the gloom and identify the persons who had firm
grips on either side of him. But it was useless. A little light
sifted down from the starlit sky above, but it was not
sufficient. The young inventor was beginning to think, after all,
that he had fallen into the hands of the Happy Harry gang, and he
knew that if this was so he need expect no mercy.
But two things were against this belief. One was that the
principal members of the gang were still in jail, or at least
they were supposed to be, and another was that there were too
many of the captors.
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