"I wonder what they will do with us now?" inquired Hiram. "We shall probably soon know," returned Dave. "Get those fellows out of there, you two," they finally heard Jerry Dawson order. The door of the prison room was unlocked and thrown open. "March out," ordered Jerry. Dave and Hiram took their time about obeying the mandate. Then at a word from Jerry two of his men hastened them across the threshold, seizing them by the arms. "Ouch!" roared Hiram. "Do you want to smash my arm all over again?" The man who held him was less rough at this. In the room the boys saw Jerry, his father, the two men who held them and three others. Before Dawson lay a large, round bundle. A smaller one lay at the feet of one of the other men. "Now, then," spoke Dawson, "ready and quick is the word. I've divided it up fair, and you'll find your share in that bundle. You three had better get it and yourselves to some safe place." "Yes," spoke one of the men, "the revenuers will surely be here soon." "You two," continued Dawson to the men had Dave and Hiram in charge, "bring the boys along." "Where to?" was asked. "Just follow us," was the surly response. "Give a hand, Jerry." The two Dawsons lifted the bundle at their feet and started from the room. There were sounds as if some one was pounding on the door at the front of the building. The Dawsons, however, did not go that way. They quickened their steps, the captives were led through several rooms, and finally a door at the rear of the place was opened. "Hold them tight now," ordered Jerry. "Yes, and if they make any outcry quiet them the way you know how," added his father. Dave and Hiram were surprised to find themselves now in complete darkness. "We're going through some kind of a tunnel," whispered the young aviator to his companion a moment later. Their captors forced them along in the steps of the Dawsons. They must have proceeded several hundred feet thus, when the tunnel grew lighter. Then they arrived at an exit letting out into a deep, narrow ravine. "They must have taken this route to escape from the revenue officers," Dave told his companion, in a guarded tone. "Shall we set up a fight and yell?" proposed the audacious Hiram. "Not with that broken arm of yours and four to one," dissented Dave. "Broken arm, nothing! Say-hello! Why, they're taking us to their airship!" exclaimed Hiram. They had come upon the Drifter at a point where the ravine spread out and a long level space showed. "Now then, brisk is the word," spoke the elder Dawson. He and his son carried the bundle up to the Drifter and managed to stow it aboard. Jerry climbed into the pilot's seat. His father drew some stout double cord from his pocket. "Tie up those boys hand and foot," he ordered grimly. "See here, Mr. Dawson," spoke up Dave, "what are you going to do with us?" "You'll find that out very soon," was the gruff reply.