As soon
as the men had taken his things from him, they shut the closet door
upon him and locked it. A few minutes later all became quiet, showing
that they had left the room.
The closet was small and stuffy and in this warm weather made Dick
perspire freely. But without waiting to make certain that the men were
really gone, he commenced to work upon his bonds and the gag in his
mouth.
It was no light task and it was a good quarter of an hour before he
got one hand loose.
Then he freed his other hand and undid the troublesome gag, which had
all but smothered him, and then unfastened his feet.
He was still a prisoner in the closet, the door of which was an old
fashioned one and thick. But by bracing his feet against the back
wall, Dick got a firm hold and soon his shoulder on the barrier caused
it to bend and creak. Then the lock gave way and the door flew open
with a bang.
A glance around the room showed that the men had flown, and for good,
for two valises which had stood in a corner were missing.
Dick leaped to the hall door, only to find it locked from the outside.
"They must have gone that way," he reasoned, after a look out of the
window, and then he rapped on the door loudly.
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