If so, it was only
too evident what was the object of their host. It was natural to
suppose that the two travelers were provided with money, and it was
undoubtedly the intention of Jack Carter to rob them in their sleep.
This was not a pleasant thought, nor one calculated to soothe Ben to
sleep. He was only a boy, and to find himself in a robber's den was
certainly rather a startling discovery. If he had been able to
consult with his companion, it would have been a relief; but Bradley
was in a profound sleep.
Ben nudged him, but without the slightest effect. He was insensible
as a log. Finding more vigorous measures necessary, the boy shook
him, but succeeded only in eliciting a few muttered words.
"I can't wake him," thought Ben, more and more disturbed in mind. "I
am sure it must be the wine which makes him sleep so heavily. What
can I do?"
This question was more easily asked than answered. Ben was quite
aware that single-handed he could not cope with a powerful man like
Carter. With Bradley's help he would have felt secure; but no
assistance could now be expected from his companion. So far as he
could see, he must submit to be robbed, and to see his companion
robbed.
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