in the shelter, thinking that Captain Moore would return at any moment.
Thus an hour was passed. It was now noon, and Joe and Darry set to work to prepare dinner for themselves.
The repast was just finished when Joe let out a cry of alarm.
"Matt Gilroy!"
He was right. The captain of the desperadoes had appeared, followed by several others.
The boys were taken completely off their guard. Darry made a clutch for his rifle, but on the instant Gilroy had him covered.
"Leave the gun alone!" cried the rascal. "Leave it alone, or it will be the worse for you."
"What do you want?" questioned Joe.
"We want you to behave yourselves," answered Fetter, who was in the crowd.
"You played us a nice trick that time you escaped from the cave," growled Gilroy, eying Joe darkly.
"Do you blame me for wanting to get away?"
"Hardly. But I'll warrant you won't get away again."
"Then you consider me your prisoner?"
"I do."
"Oh, Joe, do you think they met Will—" began Darry, and then stopped short.
