“Don't you believe me?”
“Well, I'd rather see you do it than hear ye tell it.”
“You're purty stout, ain't you?”
“Some.”
“Stick out your two hands.” Nick grasped both the river thief's wrists in one hand and shut his fingers tightly upon them.
“Now break loose,” he said.
Red Rob tried.
He tugged and strained with all his strength, but with no avail.
The one hand of the detective held him so firmly that he could not get loose.
Finally after a vain effort he desisted. “You're a wonder!” he cried. “There ain't another man livin' who could do that.”