Rapidly, and in a whisper, Harry explained a little, enough to
make this new ally understand.

"You'd better get out, if you know how, and take word," said
Harry. "I think my chum got away, but it would be better to be
sure. And they'll be after me soon."

"If they give us two or three minutes we'll both get out," said
the newcomer, confidently. "I know this place with my eyes shut.
I used to play here before the old family moved away. I'm the
vicar's son, in the village, and I always had the run of the park
until these new people came. And I've been in here a few times
since then, too."

"That's all right," said Harry. "But how am I going to get out of
this trap?"

"Let me have your flashlight a moment," said the stranger.

Harry gave it to him, and the other scout bent over his ankle.
Harry saw that he had a long slender piece of wire. He guessed
that he was going to try to pick the lock. And in a minute or
less Harry heard a welcome click that told him his new found
friend -- a friend in need, indeed, he was proving himself to be,
had succeeded. His ankle was free.

He struggled to his feet, and there was a moment of exquisite pain
as the blood rushed through his ankle and circulation was restored
to his numbed foot. But he was able to stand, and, although
limpingly, to walk. He had been fortunate, as a matter of fact,