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to work on the rope which bound his hands together. But the rascals who had placed him in the cellar had done their work well, and the cord refused to budge.

      With difficulty he managed to stand erect. The bin was not only pitch-dark, but full of cobwebs, and the latter brushed over his face whenever he moved. Then a spider crawled on his neck, greatly adding to his discomfort.

      Hour after hour went by, and poor Dick was wondering what the end of the adventure would be when he heard a footstep overhead and then came the indistinct murmur of voices.

      "Somebody is in the room overhead," he thought, and tried to make himself heard. But before he could do this the footsteps moved off and he heard the slamming of a door. Then all became as quiet as before.

      An hour more went by, and the youth began to grow desperate. He was thirsty and his mouth and nose were filled with dust and dirt, rendering him far from comfortable.

      In moving around his foot came in contact with an empty tomato can and this gave him an idea. He knelt down, and with the can between his heels, tried to saw apart the rope which bound his hands behind him.

      The position was an awkward one and the job long and tiring, but at last the rope gave way and he found his hands free. He lost no further time in ridding himself of the gag and the rope which bound his feet.

      He was now free so far as his bodily movements went, but he soon discovered that the coal bin was without any opening but a long, narrow shute covered with an iron plate, and that the heavy door was securely bolted. With all force he threw himself against the door, but it refused to budge.

      Presently he remembered that he had several loose matches in his vest pocket, and, taking out one of these, he lit it and then set fire to a thick shaving that was handy and which, being damp, burnt slowly.

      "Hullo, here's something of a trap-door!" he exclaimed, as he gazed at the flooring above him. "I wonder if I can get out that way?"

      He dropped the lighted shaving in a safe spot and put up his hands. The cut-out spot in the flooring went up with ease and Dick saw a fairly well furnished room beyond. Through one of the windows of the room he saw that daybreak was at hand.

      "Great Cæsar! I've been down here all night!" he ejaculated, and, putting out the light, leaped up and drew himself through the opening. Once in the room he put the trap down again and rearranged the rag carpet he had shoved out of place.

      The door to the room was locked, so the boy hurried to the window. Throwing open the blinds, he was about to leap out into the tenement alley when a woman suddenly confronted him. She was tall and heavy and had a red, disagreeable face.

      "What are you doing in my rooms, young fellow?" she demanded.

      "I'm trying to get out of this house?"

      "What are you — a thief?"

      "No. I was locked up in the cellar by a couple of bad men and got out by coming through a trap-door in your floor."

      "A likely story!" sneered the woman, who had been away during the night and had heard nothing of the search for Dick. "You look like a sneak-thief. Anyway, you haven't any right in my rooms."

      She came closer, and, as Dick leaped to the ground, clutched him by the arm.

      "Let me go, madam."

      "I won't. I'm going to hand you over to the police."

      "I don't think you will!" retorted Dick, and with a twist he wrenched himself loose and started off on a run. The woman attempted to follow him, but soon gave up the chase.

      Dick did not stop running until he was several blocks away. Then he dropped into a walk and looked about to see if his brothers or Frank were anywhere in sight."

      "I suppose they couldn't make it out and went home," he mused. "I had better get to Frank's house without delay."

      Dick was still a block away from Senator Harrington's residence when he espied Tom, Sam, and Frank coming toward him.

      "My gracious, where have you been?" burst out Tom, as he rushed forward. "You look as if you'd been rolling around a dirty cellar."

      "And that is just about what I have been doing," answered Dick with a sickly laugh. "Do you know anything of Buddy Girk?" he added quickly.

      "He ran away from the tenement, and Arnold Baxter was with him," replied Sam.

      "Did you follow them?"

      "No; we tried to find out what had become of you."

      Each had to tell his story, and then Dick was led into the house. He lost no time in brushing up and washing himself, and by that time breakfast was ready in the dining room.

      "It's a curious adventure, truly," said Senator Harrington, as he sat down with the boys. "I am glad you got out of it so well. The next time you see anything of those rascals you had better lose no time in informing the police."

      The senator was one of that class of busy men who eat breakfast and read their morning newspaper at the same time. Having listened to what Dick had to say, he unfolded his paper and propped it up against a fruit dish before him.

      "Excuse me, but I am in a hurry," he remarked apologetically. "I want to catch a train for New York at eight-thirty-five, and — hullo, what's this! 'Rush & Wilder, Brokers and Bankers, Robbed! Thieves Enter the Office and Loot the Safe!' This is news certainly."

      "Rush & Wilder!" cried Frank. "Is that the firm you do business with?"

      "Yes, Frank. They have lost over sixty-five thousand dollars, besides a lot of unregistered bonds. That's a big loss."

      "Will you suffer?"

      "I don't know but what I shall. I'll have to let that trip to New York go and look into this." And Senator Harrington settled back to read the account of the robbery in full.

      "They haven't any trace of the thieves, have they?" asked Tom.

      "No. It says a rear window was broken open and the iron bars unscrewed. The safe door was found closed but unlocked."

      "Then the thieves had the combination," put in Sam.

      "More than likely."

      "I wonder if Baxter and Girk committed that crime?" came from Dick. "I think they would be equal to it. They were up to some game."

      "It might be," returned Senator Harrington, with interest. "But how would those men obtain the combination of Rush & Wilder's safe?"

      "I'm sure I don't know, but — yes, they mentioned a man named Mooney who was to assist them. Perhaps he is known around the bankers' offices."

      "We can soon find out. What were you boys going to do this morning?"

      "I was going back to the tenements to see if I couldn't have Baxter and Girk arrested," said Dick.

      "If they learn you have escaped they will probably clear out."

      "I suppose that's so. But I might go down and see."

      "Yes, I'd do that. Later on you can come over to Rush & Wilder's offices."

      This was agreed to, and as soon as breakfast was over Dick and the other boys hurried off to where Yates' tenements were located.

      Caleb Yates was on hand, and all visited the apartment Baxter and Buddy Girk had occupied. It was found that the men had not returned, and it did not look as if they intended to come back.

      "They have skipped for good, take my word on it," muttered Tom, and the others agreed with him.

      Thinking it would be useless to remain around the alleyway any longer, the four boys left the vicinity, and, boarding a street car, made their way to the thoroughfare upon which were located the offices of the bankers and brokers who had been robbed.

      A crowd was collected about the place and two policemen were keeping those outside in check.

      "I want my money!" one old man was shouting. "This is a

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