"It"s the Hardys I" one of the other men cried out.
The fleeing trio started down the steps but got no farther than the landing when the smugglers appeared at the stairway and rushed down after them.
"Stop!" cried Snattman, jumping down the last three steps and whipping an automatic from his hip pocket. The place was flooded with light.
As Snattman drew closer, Frank crouched for a spring, then leaped directly at the smuggler. He struck at the man"s wrist and the revolver flew out of his grasp. It skidded across the landing and clattered down the steps. Frank closed in on the man. Snattman had been taken completely by surprise. Before he could defend himself, Frank forced him against the wall.
Joe, in the meantime, with a swift uppercut had kayoed one of the other men. And Mr. Hardy, whose strength had partially returned, was battling the third as best he could.
But at this moment the boys saw their father"s adversary dodge to the wall and press a b.u.t.ton. In an instant an alarm bell sounded in the corridor. Within seconds a new group of Snattman"s gang appeared.
As some held drawn revolvers, others overpowered the three Hardys.
In the face of the guns, father and sons were forced to surrender and return to the room where Mr.
Hardy had been held captive before.
Within five minutes Fenton Hardy was bound again to the cot, while Frank and Joe, trussed up and unable to move, were tied to two chairs.
CHAPTER XV.
Dire Threats SNATTMAN, once he had recovered from his first consternation and surprise at finding the Hardy boys in the underground room, was in high good humor. He turned to his men.
"Just in time," he gloated, rubbing his hands together in satisfaction. "If we hadn"t come here when we did, they"d have all escaped!"
The Hardy boys were silent, sick with despair. They had been sure they were going to succeed in rescuing their father and now the three of them were prisoners of the smuggling gang.
"What are we goin" to do with these guys?" asked one of the men.
The voice sounded familiar to the boys and they looked up. They were not surprised to see that the man was the red-haired one they had met at the Pollitt place when Frank had discovered his father"s cap.
"Do with them?" Snattman mused. "That"s a problem. We"ve got three on our hands now instead of one.
Best thing is to leave them all here and lock the door."
"And put gags in their traps," suggested a burly companion.
Red objected. "As long as the Hardys are around here, they"re dangerous. They almost got away this time."
"Well, what do you suggest?"
"We ought to do what I wanted to do with the old man in the first place," Red declared doggedly.
"You mean get rid of them?" Snattman asked thoughtfully.
"Sure. All of them!"
"Well-" Snattman gazed at Mr. Hardy with a sinister look.
"I should think you have enough on your conscience already, Snattman!" the detective exclaimed. "I don"t expect you to let me go," he added bitterly. "But release my boys. They haven"t done anything but try to rescue their father. You"d do the same thing yourself."
"Oh yeah?" Snattman sneered. "Don"t bother yourself about my conscience. n.o.body-but n.o.body ever stands in my way.
"As to letting these boys go, what kind of a fool do you take me for?" Snattman shouted. "If you three are such buddies, you ought to enjoy starving together."
The smuggler laughed uproariously at what he considered a very funny remark.
Frank"s and Joe"s minds were racing with ideas. One thing stood out clearly. Snattman had said the Hardys almost escaped. This meant that no one was guarding the secret entrance!
"If we can only hold out a while," they thought, "the Coast Guard will arrive. There"ll be n.o.body to stop them from coming up here."
Then, suddenly, a shocking possibility occurred to the boys. Suppose the Coast Guard could not find the camouflaged door opening from the pond!
During the conversation four of the smugglers had been whispering among themselves in the corridor.
One of them now stepped into the room and faced Snattman.
"I"d like a word with you, chief," he began.
"What is it now?" The smuggler"s voice was surly.
"It"s about what"s to be done with the Hardys, now that we"ve got "em," the man said hesitantly. "It"s your business what you do to people who make it tough for you when you"re on your own. But not in our gang. We"re in this for our take out of the smugglin", and we won"t stand for too much rough stuff."
"That"s right!" one of the other men spoke up.
"Is that so?" Snattman"s upper lip curled. "You guys are gettin" awful righteous all of a sudden, aren"t you?
Look out or I"ll dump the lot of you!"
"Oh, no, you won"t," replied the first man who had addressed him. "We"re partners in this deal and we"re goin" to have our full share of what comes in. We ain"t riskin" our lives for love, you know."
"We"ve got another idea about what to do with these three prisoners," a third smuggler spoke up. "I think it"s a good one."
"What is it?" Snattman asked impatiently.
"We"ve been talkin" about Ali Singh."
Frank and Joe started and listened intently.
"What about him?" Snattman prodded his a.s.sistant.
"Turn the prisoners over to him. He"s got a friend named Foster who"s captain of a boat sailin" to the Far East tonight. Put the Hardys on board that ship," the first smuggler urged.
Snattman looked thoughtful. The idea seemed to catch his fancy.
"Not bad," he muttered. "I hadn"t thought of Ali Singh. Yes, he"d take care of them. They"d never get back here." He smiled grimly.
"From what he told me about that friend of his, the captain"d probably dump the Hardys overboard before they got very far out," the man went on smugly. "Seems like he don"t feed pa.s.sengers if he can get rid of "em!"
"All the better. We wouldn"t be responsible."
"Leave them to AH Singh." Red chuckled evilly. "He"ll attend to them."
Snattman walked over to the cot and looked down at Mr. Hardy. "It"s too bad your boys had to come barging in here," he said. "Now the three of you will have to take a little ocean voyage." He laughed.
"You"ll never get to the Coast Guard to tell your story."
The detective was silent. He knew further attempts at persuasion would be useless.
"Well," said Snattman, "haven"t you anything to say?"
"Nothing. Do as you wish with me. But let the boys go."
"We"ll stick with you, Dad," said Frank quickly.
"Of course!" Joe added.
"You sure will," Snattman declared. "I"m not going to let one of you have the chance of getting back to Bayport with your story."
The ringleader of the smugglers stood in the center of the room for a while, contemplating his captives with a bitter smile. Then he turned suddenly on his heel.
"Well, they"re safe enough," he told Red. "We have that business with Burke to take care of. Come on, men, load Burke"s truck. If any policemen come along and find it in the lane we"ll be done for."
"How about them?" asked Red, motioning to the Hardys. "Shouldn"t they be guarded?"
"They"re tied up tight." Snattman gave a short laugh. "But I guess we"d better leave one guard, anyway.
Malloy, you stay here and keep watch."
Malloy, a surly, truculent fellow in overalls and a ragged sweater, nodded and sat down on a box near the door. This arrangement seemed to satisfy Snattman. After warning Malloy not to fall asleep on the job and to see to it that the prisoners did not escape, he left the room. He was followed by Red and the other smugglers.
A heavy silence fell over the room after the departure of the men. Malloy crouched gloomily on the box, gazing blankly at the floor. The b.u.t.t of a revolver projected from his hip pocket.
Frank strained against the ropes that bound him to the chair. But the smugglers had done their task well.
He could scarcely budge.
"We"ll never get out of this," he told himself ruefully.
Joe was usually optimistic but this time his spirits failed him. "We"re in a tough spot," he thought. "It looks as if we"ll all be on that ship by morning."
To lighten their spirits the Hardys began to talk, hoping against hope to distract the guard and perhaps overpower him.
"Shut up, you guys!" Malloy growled. "Quit your talking or I"ll make it hot for you!" He tapped his revolver suggestively.
After that, a melancholy silence fell among the prisoners. All were downhearted. It looked as if their fate truly were sealed.
CHAPTER XVI.
Quick Work IN DESPAIR the boys glanced over at their father on the cot. To their surprise they saw that he was smiling.
Frank was about to ask him what he had found amusing about their predicament when his father shook his head in warning. He looked over at the guard.
Malloy was not watching the prisoners. He sat staring at the floor. Occasionally his head would fall forward, then he would jerk it back as he struggled to keep awake.
"Snattman sure made a poor selection when he chose Malloy as guard," the boys thought.
Several times the burly man straightened up, stretched his arms, and rubbed his eyes. But when he settled down again, his head began to nod.
In the meantime, the boys noticed their father struggling with his bonds. To their amazement he did not seem to be so tightly bound as they had thought. Both of them tried moving but could not budge an inch.
The boys exchanged glances, both realizing what had happened. "Dad resorted to an old trick!" Frank told himself, and Joe was silently fuming, "Why didn"t we think of it?"
Mr. Hardy had profited by his previous experience. When the smugglers had seized the detective and tied him to the cot for the second time, he had used a device frequently employed by magicians and professional "escape artists" who boast that they can release themselves from tightly tied ropes and strait jackets.
The detective had expanded his chest and flexed his muscles. He had also kept his arms as far away from his sides as he could without being noticed. In this way, when he relaxed, the ropes did not bind him as securely as his captors intended.
"Oh, why were Frank and I so dumb!" Joe again chided himself.
Frank bit his lip in utter disgust at not having remembered the trick. "But then"-he eased his conscience-"Dad didn"t think of it the first time, either."
Mr. Hardy had discovered that the rope binding his right wrist to the cot had a slight slack in it. He began trying to work the rope loose. This took a long time and the rough strands rubbed his wrist raw. But at last he managed to slide his right hand free.
"Hurray!" Frank almost shouted. He glanced at the guard. Malloy appeared to be sound asleep. "Hope he"ll stay that way until we can escape," Frank wished fervently.
He and Joe watched their father in amazement, as they saw him grope for one of the knots. The detective fumbled at it for a while. It was slow work with only his one hand free. But the boys knew from his satisfied expression that the smugglers in their haste apparently had not tied the knots as firmly as they should have.
At this instant the guard suddenly lifted his head, and Mr. Hardy quickly laid his free hand back on the cot. He closed his eyes as if sleeping and his sons followed his example. But opening their lids a slit, they watched the smuggler carefully.
The guard grunted. "They"re okay," he mumbled. Once more he tried to stay awake but found it impossible. Little by little his head sagged until his chin rested on his chest. Deep, regular breathing told the prisoners he was asleep.
Mr. Hardy now began work again on the knot of the rope that kept his left arm bound to the cot. In a matter of moments he succeeded in loosening it and the rope fell away from his arm.
After making sure the guard was still asleep, the detective sat up on the cot and struggled to release his feet. This was an easier task. The smugglers had merely pa.s.sed a rope around the cot to hold the prisoner"s feet. A few minutes" attention was all that was necessary for the boys" father to work his way loose.
"Now he"ll release us," Joe thought excitedly, "and we can escape from here!"