being—I know what I'd like to do," went on the big brother, after a pause.
"What?"
"Go to the nearest town and notify the authorities, and make that whole crowd prisoners."
"That would be fine!" cried Tom. "But can we do it? They might try to slip away."
"That is true, although I doubt it. I think their plan is, now they are here, to lay low. They'll think they are perfectly safe here. Most likely they'll send some kind of a letter to dad, and to Mrs Stanhope and Mrs. Laning, asking for money, and then they'll wait for answers. They'll want us to pay a big sum for the release of Dora and Nellie."
"If only we could capture them ourselves!* murmured Tom, his eyes glistening. "Don't you think we can do it, with the sticks and pistols?"
"We might, Tom,—but it would be a big risk. Those fellows are desperate, Sobber especially, and they must be armed, too. There is no use of our getting shot if it can be avoided."
With extreme caution the three boys walked around the old mansion. In one of the upper rooms, the curtains of which had been drawn, they could make out several forms moving about.
"There, I think that was Nellie!" cried Tom, as a shadow appeared on the curtain.
