not remember. The man wore a mask, made of a handkerchief with holes cut in it for his eyes.
"Sorry I can't let you go just yet," he said. "But here is something to eat and to drink." And he pointed to a table, upon which rested a lamp, for it was now late in the evening and dark. On the table was a cup of hot tea and several cheese sandwiches and a small baker's pie.
"Well, I'm hungry, that's certain," said Dave, grimly. "And if I've got to stay here I might as well eat."
"That's the sensible way to talk," answered the man.
"When are you going to let me go?"
"I can't say yet—most likely in the morning."
"Why did you bring me here?"
"Just for fun."
"You've taken a lot of trouble for your fun," said Dave. He did not believe the man's statement.
"Eat your supper, Porter," growled the man, and sank down on a chair close to the door. "No funny work now, mind you!" And he brandished the very stick Dave had carried for self-protection.
There was no help for it, and sitting down to the table Dave began to eat and to drink. The
