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Terrill, but, as it developed later, they were not on hand,
though through no fault of theirs.
On and on crept Tom and the two men, until they came within
sight of the cabin. They saw a light gleaming in it, and Tom
whispered:
"Now we have them! Work our way up quietly and make them
surrender, if we find they're what we think."
"Is there a rear door?" asked Mr. Terrill in a whisper.
Tom answered in the negative, and then all three, in fan shape,
crept up to the front portal. It was open, and silently reaching
a place where they could make an observation, Tom and his
companions looked in.
What they saw filled them with wild and righteous rage, and
brought to an end the mystery of the disappearance of Mr. Nestor.
For there he sat, bound in a chair, and at a table in front of
him were two forbidding-looking men.
"What do you intend to do now?" asked Mr. Nestor in a faint
voice. "I cannot stand this captivity much longer. You admit that
you don't want me--that you never wanted me--so why do you keep
me a prisoner? It cannot do the least good.


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