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By this time help had arrived, and once
more the police took possession of us, as ib
were.

Of course, now everything was explained.
The burglars had evidently entered Joe’s room,
and Bogie, being in his arms, had barked, and
wakened him. A few blows had soon silenced
poor Bogie, and a gag and cords had done
the same for Joe.

When the man saw me from the kitchen
window he must have known that help would
soon come, and to prevent Joe giving infor-
mation too soon they had hastily seized him,
bed-clothes and all, and put him into that
cellar, to starve if he were not discovered.

Perhaps they did not really mean to kill
the poor child, and if we had been in the
habit of using that cellar we might have
found him in a few hours or less; but, un-
fortunately, it was a place we never used,
it reached far under the street, and was
too large for our use. Our coal-cellar was a
much smaller one, inside the scullery; the
door of poor Joe’s prison closed with a com-
mon latch.