Who are you?"
"I am Donald Mackay, on a special mission for Gen. Funston."
"How did they get you?"
"Kidnaped me on the street. How did they get you?"
"Same way. I had just left the general's quarters."
"I can see that some one might want to capture you, lieutenant,
but I cannot see what they want of me."
"How long have you been here?" asked the lieutenant.
"About half an hour. By the way, are you armed?"
"No; they took away my weapons. How about you?"
"I have my automatic. I'd have used it when you came in, only
you were dumped in so suddenly."
"What do you suppose the game is?"
"I don't know; but we'll find out. I've been in tighter places
than this--but no hotter," after a pause.
"Have you tried to get out?"
"Yes; but it was too hot work. The door seemed pretty strong."
"Perhaps the two of us might force it," suggested Grimes. "I'm a
pretty husky chap."
"We might try," replied Donald. "The place is so narrow we can
get a good brace."
They put their feet against the opposite wall and pushed against
the door.
"We'll never make it that way," said the lieutenant. "We'll have
to throw ourselves at it."
"Not much room for that, Lieutenant, but you give the word and
we'll have a try.
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