“You make me sick,” said Clancy, with renewed self-confidence. “You gave yourself away right there, Bully. Now come across, or take the consequences.”
Carson glared at him out of his one good optic.
“I’ll show you!” he bellowed. “You ain’t a-goin’ to get clear with this kind o’ doin’s around here——”
And turning swiftly, he shoved Billy Mac aside and made a break down the road. Clancy grinned inwardly. Carson was not only scared, but he was extremely anxious to get away.
Clancy caught the big fellow within fifty feet. Carson showed fight, but the red-haired chap decided to waste no further time. Catching the arm of Carson, he twisted it behind the other’s back, and had him at his mercy.
“Take his arm, Billy,” he commanded. “Put him into the machine and keep him quiet. If he yells for help, twist his arm and it’ll break just below the elbow.”
Carson went green.
“Hey, what you fellers tryin’ to do?” he whimpered. “Ouch! I’ll go along—don’t twist that arm, Billy! We allus been friends, ain’t we?”
“Not much,” retorted Billy Mac, with unconcealed contempt. “I always knew you were a coward, Bully, but I thought you’d show a little fight! Get along with you.”
Clancy climbed into the driver’s seat, feeling highly satisfied with himself. He had forced a practical admission from Carson that his suspicions were correct, and he grimly made up his mind to force a good deal more from the fellow.