But she was far from willing to accede to his terms.
"I do not entirely disbelieve you," she said, "but I most certainly will not give you the pin——"
"You said you didn't have it!"
"You interrupted me! I was about to say I will not give it to you, even after my return home."
"Then we'll take it now! Come on, Bob."
Evading the pointed pistol by a quick jump, Pollock dashed it from Iris' hand, having really caught her off her guard as she grew interested in their conversation. The driver, Bob, sprang toward them both, and they seized Iris between them.
A terrific scream from the girl rang through the silent woods and as the pistol struck the ground it went off with a fairly loud report.
Iris felt her senses going as the two men clutched her roughly, but managed, in spite of a restraining hand, to give another loud scream.
And it was these sounds that guided Fibsy's flying feet toward the scene of conflict.
He had come with Stone in the car that the detective had used to follow Iris from Pellbrook, but as no one knew which way to look for the kidnapper's car, they had separated, and Stone with Campbell went hunting the highroads, while Fibsy, scenting the truth, had dived into the wood.