The Bradys Beyond Their Depth; Or, The Great Swamp Mystery
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CHAPTER XVI.
ESCAPING FROM THE CAVES.
The Bradys were very much astonished by the violent turn affairs hadtaken. In the prisoner's desperate attack they saw the last expiringact of a wronged man thirsting to avenge his injuries.
It pleased them to see Mason caught in a trap.
But when the negro showed signs of attacking Mr. Dalton, they realizedthat it was about time for them to act.
Harry had a revolver in his hand.
Aiming at Sim, he fired.
The sudden report startled every one.
A yell of agony escaped the negro, and he paused and staggered backwith a wound in his side which filled him with pain.
The shot caused Dalton to relax his awful grip.
Hoarsely gasping for air to breathe, Mason sprang to his feet.
"I'm shot!" groaned the coon.
"It's the detectives!" gasped Mason, seeing the Bradys.
"We'll get hung!" screamed Sim, in tones of horror.
"Run for the swamp passage!"
"Put out de light!"
Mason seized the lantern and hurled it to the ground.
There was a crash, a jingle of broken glass, then dense gloom.
The Bradys paused.
They heard the patter of rushing footsteps crossing the floor, and madeviolent efforts to get out and unmask their lanterns.
Only a few moments passed before they had a light flashing on thescene, and they swept it around the cavern.
But they saw nothing of the two villains.
They had made good their escape.
Mr. Dalton stood by the rock, trembling and anxious, and after a fewmoments of silence, he asked, eagerly:
"Who is that?"
"Friends," cheerily replied Harry.
"Thank Heaven for that!"
"Harry, the villains are gone."
"Can you see how they got out?"
"Yes. There's another tunnel."
"Let them be for the present, and help me liberate this man."
"Wait till I get something from the other cave to break that chain."
He hastened back to the living room.
After the lapse of a few minutes he returned with a file.
While he was cutting open the padlock, Mr. Dalton asked:
"May I ask who you are, gentlemen?"
"The Bradys," replied Harry, quietly.
"What!" gasped the prisoner, in astonished tones.
"We've been hunting for you a long time, and found you at last."
"This is wonderful!"
"Perhaps to you, but not to us."
"For mercy's sake explain matters."
Harry complied as concisely as he could.
When he finished the old broker was thoroughly amazed at the greatcrime Mason committed in order to rob him.
That it was a failure was due to the detectives, he easily foresaw.
He thanked them again and again, and said, sadly:
"Poor Lizzie! She was faithful to me through all."
"No one will be gladder to see you than she," said Harry.
"And she's so near me now?"
"Yes. In a quarter of an hour you can be with her."
"I feel renewed hope now."
"Will you please tell us how your rascally nephew first managed to getyou into his power, Mr. Dalton?" asked Harry, in curious tones.
"It was a very simple plan," replied the old broker. "He knew that Iwas going to get you to run down the thief who was robbing my mail. Buthe did not know that I suspected him of the crime. At any rate, on thenight you mentioned, I had gone to the Union Club. A telegram reachedme, saying you wished to see me at a house in Thirty-sixth street. Iwent there. Mason and my valet were waiting there for me. They attackedme. I shouted for help. They chloroformed me, bound and gagged me, putme in a box they had prepared for my reception, and--well, all became ablank."
"They had the box and wagon ready ahead, eh?"
"It was a prearranged plot," the broker replied. "That was evident. Icame to my senses in the box, and realized that I was being carried offon a railway car. Then you opened the box. The next thing I knew, thebox I was in was thrown from the car. The shock stunned me. When Irecovered I found myself being carried over a swamp into a hut. The gagwas off my mouth, and I shouted for help."
"Yes; we heard you."
"The negro who carried me brought me down here and secured me this way.Then Mason made his appearance. For the first time I then learned thathe was the author of all my trouble. He was bound to secure my bankbalance, and I refused to sign a check so he could get it. Infuriatedover my persistent refusal, he tortured and starved me. The rest youprobably know."
"We heard all they said this morning."
Just then Old King Brady finished cutting the lock, and the man wasfree and able to walk.
He was very weak, though, and the detectives had to support him.
"Do you know anything about the passage by means of which the villainsescaped from here?" asked Old King Brady.
"Oh, yes. I've often explored this place," replied Mr. Dalton, readily."It's a passage leading under the swamp to the mainland."
"Show us the way, and we will follow it."
"Come along, then, and in a few minutes we'll be out of here."
They entered the tunnel, and Old King Brady said to the broker:
"When I entered the Thirty-sixth street house the night you wereabducted, I found a curious dagger lying on the floor, and blood-stainson the boards. These clews led me to suppose a murder had beencommitted there. Do you know anything about those things?"
"Yes," replied the broker. "The dagger was one I had purchased as acuriosity that evening from a shop in Fourth avenue. When those two menattacked me, I drew it, and cut the negro before they got the best ofme by knocking it from my hand. Sim bound up his wound, and then theyknocked me down and drugged me."
Old King Brady laughed.
"Another mystery solved," he muttered.
"You thought I was the victim, eh?"
"I did. But I see my error now."
"Daylight ahead," interposed Young King Brady just then.
"That's the exit from this tunnel," explained Mr. Dalton.
They left the passage among some rocks in the grounds above the house,and saw Lizzie Dalton near by.
She sat on a log gazing away toward the big swamp with a sad expressionupon her pretty face.
Mr. Dalton became excited.
"Lizzie!" he shouted hoarsely.
She sprang to her feet as if electrified, glanced around at him with ajoyful look beaming all over her face, and cried emotionally:
"Oh, papa!"
The next moment they rushed into each other's arms, and kissed and weptover each other, their hearts too full for utterance.
The Bradys turned away from the affecting scene.
"Guess everything's all right, Harry," muttered the old detective.
"Looks that way," replied the boy.
"We've got very little more to do now."
"Only to get the nippers on Mason and his black pal."
"Where in thunder could they have gone?"
"Let's notify the authorities along the line of the railroad in bothdirections to keep a lookout for the pair."
Acting upon this suggestion, they quietly stole away, leaving thereunited and happy father and daughter talking over past events.
Proceeding to Swamp Angel, and learning that neither of the villainshad yet put in an appearance there, they got the telegraph instrumentoperating, and flashed a warning message all along the line.
News reached them that neither Mason nor Johnson had made any attemptto get away on the cars yet.
In discussing this on their way back to Dalton's the old detective cameto a wise conclusion, when he said:
"After all, they ain't apt to show themselves for a while yet, Harry.Both know the game is up, and that we'll be on the lookout for them toescape. They'll expect us to make a bee line for the railr
oad depotsthe first thing. Therefore, they'll shun the stations."
"You think they'll remain concealed around the swamp a while?"
"It's more than likely. Now that we've got the railroad guarded so theycan't escape, it will be best for us to watch the swamp, and I thinkwe'll find them lurking there until they think the excitement blowsover. They won't expect us to look for them there. That will make ourtask all the easier, Harry."
"Suppose we secrete ourselves there to-night, then?"
"I'm agreeable. If we can pounce upon the pair while they're asleep, wewill be spared the difficulty of a fight in taking them."
They finally reached the Dalton house in time for luncheon.
Both the old broker and his daughter greeted them warmly.
The detectives advised him not to go to New York, or to let on to anyone that he was alive, until they had captured his enemies.
After supper, the Bradys departed for the swamp.
When they got around on the south side of the swamp, they heard themurmur of voices coming from a dense thicket.
"Hark! What's that?" muttered Harry, holding up his finger.
"Part the bushes and look through."
Harry moved the tangled shrubbery aside.
They had a clear and uninterrupted view of the broad expanse of swamp,and to their delight saw the two men they were hunting for.
The villains were only fifty yards from where the Bradys crouched.