the secret of the ranch, and what he would do to them in consequence there was no telling.
"Perhaps we'll never get away from here alive!" cried Sam after another talk.
"Oh, I don't think he'll dare to go as far as that, Sam. He knows we have friends and that they will do all in their power to rescue us or find out what has become of us."
Another hour went by, so slowly that it seemed three. Then, of a sudden, Dick uttered an exclamation.
"I've struck a prize, Sam!"
"What is it?"
"A bit of candle."
"Humph! What good will that do, if you haven't any match?"
"But I have several matches," answered the eldest Rover, and a second later came a faint scratch, and then the bit of candle, dirty and mouse-gnawed, was lit.
It was not much of a light, but it was far better than nothing, and both boys felt light-hearted when they could see each other once more.
"Let us make another examination of the hole," suggested Dick. "Something may have slipped us before."
They went over each part of the walls with
