"Now sit down, Hogan!" snapped Katz.
"What's your scheme?" demanded the captain.
"To put you out o' the runnin'. Drop on the deck. I tell you!"
Katz flourished the revolver, as he spoke. Hogan lowered himself to the planks on which he was standing, easing his pent-up feelings wrathfully as he did so.
"Now a half hitch around his legs, Clancy," said Katz, and Clancy came around with the end of the rope and got the captain's legs in limbo.
"You're a fine pair of grafters!" sneered the irate Hogan. "I hope I live to manhandle you for this night's work."
Far off across the water could be heard a screech of oars in the locks, and a faint sound of voices. Hogan, aware that some of his men were coming from the pier, lifted his voice in a loud roar for help.
Katz, cursing furiously, sprang toward him and drew back his fist to strike. Clancy caught the arm before it could deal the blow, and saved the captain from such savage brutality. Katz turned on the motor wizard.
"Oh, you!" he yelped. "I reckon I'm about done with this foolin'. Gi' me that satchel!"
"I'll keep this," returned Clancy. "The money in it belongs to me."