"You just come with us for a little while," said the gruff-voiced one.
"Don't worry; we ain't goin' ter harm you. You'll git loose agin after a
while. Don't worry about that."
This assurance, though mysterious, was more or less comforting. But Roy
resented the utter mystery of the affair.
"But what's it all for?" he protested. "Is Mortlake at the back of it;
or--"
"Now, you come along, young feller," said a gruff voice, "don't axe no
questions and you won't git told no lies, see?"
Roy saw.
"Well, go ahead, since I'm in your power," he said. "But I warn you it
will go hard with you if ever I am able to set justice on your track."
"Hard words break no bones, guv'ner," came from the gruff-voiced man, who
was none other than Joey Eccles, disguised with a big beard. The man who
had escorted Roy into the trap was, in truth, a former workman at the
Mortlake factory, who had been discharged for incompetency. He had applied
at the plant to be taken on again, being well-nigh desperate with hunger,
and Mortlake had assigned him to the present task, for which, if the truth
be told, he had no great liking.
"Where do you want me to go?" was Roy's next question, as neither of his
captors had yet made a move.
"We'll show you fast enough, young guv'ner," said Joey through his beard.
"Come on, this way.
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