CHAPTER VIIIA WATCHFUL ENEMY
“How have they got you?” asked Chick, after a short silence. “Could we not make a break to get out together?”
“If we could get this door down between us, we might,” answered Marcos. “It doesn’t look so very strong. But I can’t find any lock. Are there bolts on your side?”
“No. I can’t find anything that feels like a fastening,” replied Chick. “Wait a moment! Here’s something. I see! The door is nailed shut. There are four or five spikes hammered in around the door. If I had a good stout clawhammer—”
“Sorry I can’t help you,” came from Marcos, together with the faint odor of a cigarette. “I don’t usually carry a clawhammer as part of my equipment. Unfortunately, I haven’t anything that might take its place—not even a knife.”
The word “knife” gave Chick an i
