CHAPTER VI.
As soon as they could escape, the boys got together into an obscure corner of the park, and there took counsel of their extremity.
"Whatever shall we do now ?" asked Ripton of his leader.
Scorpion girt with fire was never in a more terrible prison-house than poor Ripton, around whom the raging element he had assisted to create seemed to be drawing momently narrower circles.
"There's only one chance," said Richard, coming to a dead halt, and folding his arms resolutely.
His comrade inquired with the utmost eagerness what that chance might be.
Richard fixed his eyes on a flint, and replied: "We must rescue that fellow from jail." Ripton gazed at his leader, and fell back with astonishment.

"My dear Ricky! but how are we to do it ?" Richard, still perusing his flint, replied: "We must manage to get a file in to him and a rope.

It can be done, I tell you.

I don't care what I pay.

I don't care what I do.