Before Jimsy could spring across
the room to open it there came a sharp click.
"Somebody's padlocked it on the outside!" he cried.
"And we're prisoners!" gasped Peggy.
"Yes, and without any chance of getting out, either," declared Jimsy;
"there's not even a window in the place."
"Well this is worse and more of it," cried Roy. "Who can have done
that?"
"The same people that stole the _Golden Butterfly,"_ declared Peggy.
"Hark!"
Outside they heard rapidly retreating footsteps, followed by a harsh
laugh.
"Let us out!" shouted Roy.
"You can stay there till judgment day, for all I care," came back a
hoarse, rasping voice; "you kids were too fresh, and now you're getting
what's coming to you."
CHAPTER XIII.
PRISONERS IN THE HUT.
It was almost pitch dark within the hut. Only from a crack under the
door could any light enter. For an instant after the taunting of the
voices of the men who had locked them in reached their ears, the trio
of youthful prisoners remained silent.
Peggy it was who spoke first.
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