“I know you now!” he gasped.
“Yes, and you’ll know me a whole lot better if you don’t do as I tell you,” said Jack quietly. “Come on, now, move.”
Instead of obeying this command. Hardy suddenly let out a loud cry for help.
Instantly Jack whipped his revolver out.
“One more like that,” he said sternly, “and I’ll shoot you where you stand.”
“You wouldn’t have the nerve,” was the sneering response.
“Don’t try me,” said Jack quietly. “You are too dangerous to be running around loose. I would shoot you with as little compunction as I would a dog.”
Hardy was evidently impressed with Jack’s tone, for he resumed his walk slowly.
“What are you going to do with me?” he demanded.
“Take you back aboard the Sylph,” replied the lad. “And now don’t let me hear another sound out of you.”