brats," growled the man called Pete. "They say they ain't the Hardy boys at all."
"Don't worry about that. Bring 'em out here."
One of the men got up from beside the fire and disappeared into the rear of the cave. His footsteps died away and the Hardy boys judged that there must be some sort of inner chamber to the place. In a short time he returned, pushing ahead of him two boys. Frank and Joe peered forward, striving to catch a glimpse of the lads' features.
With a clanking of chains, the boys emerged into the firelight.
They were Chet Morton and Biff Hooper!
The lads were handcuffed and their ankles were bound by a gleaming length of chain, just long enough to enable them to walk. They appeared thin and tired, their shoulders drooped wearily, and as they stood before the fire they said nothing.
"Well, Hardys," said the red-haired man in a harsh voice, "we have some news for you."
"We've told you before," said Chet. "You've made a mistake. We're not the Hardy boys."
The man named Pete stepped suddenly forward from the shadows and cuffed Chet savagely on the side of the head.
"Shut up!" he snarled, and cuffed Biff
