That vault
must have been made to hold something very valuable, for it
was almost as strong and solid as one in your bank, Ned.
The only window was placed so high that I couldn't reach
it, and it was barred at that.
"They opened the door a little, several times, to toss in
once some old bags that I made into a bed, and next they
gave me a little water and some sandwiches--German bologna
sausage sandwiches, Ned! What do you think of that--adding
insult to injury?"
"That was tough!" Ned admitted.
"Well, I had to put up with it, for I was half starved,
and as sore as a boil from the fight. I didn't know what to
do. I knew that you'd miss me sooner or later, and set out
to find me, but I hardly thought you'd think of this place.
They couldn't have picked out a much better prison to hold
me, for, naturally, you wouldn't suppose enough of it was
left standing, after my tank had walked through it, to make
a hiding place.
"However, there was, and here I've been kept. At last I
thought of the plan of sending out a message on the scrap of
paper I could tear out of my hat.
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