be done, and he was not in the least worried. He figured it out that these men had been sent by Brady to kidnap Ned Foreman. The light suit of clothes had deceived them, and his own verbal parrying had aided in their accepting him as the boy they had been hired to capture.
The bag hung loosely about Frank's head. It was perforated at the top, and he could breathe easily. He could not, however, see through the opaque covering.
"Don't you make any noise now, if you're wise," ordered Jem.
"I'm not doing it, am I?" propounded Frank coolly in a muffled tone.
"Better not," said Dan. "I've got a heavy stick here, and I'd use it pretty quick."
"Who are you, anyway, and what do you want of me?" asked Frank.
"Well, lad," answered Jem, "we're going to take you on a little journey. It will take all night to do it, and we'll make you as comfortable as we can, if you behave nicely. There's a real fine man you are to see. If you do as he wants you to do, you won't be five minutes with him, and you'll leave him with good pay for all the trouble we're putting you to."
"That's fair enough; I'm agreeable," said Frank.
