Jack drew a small revolver from the man’s side-pocket and transferred it to his own.
“Who are you? Highwaymen?”
“We represent private interests,” replied Jack, grinning.
“Now tell us your name,” said John, “and what you are doing with this car!”
“What’s that to you?”
“All right; don’t tell us then! But maybe you’ll tell the police authorities when we turn you over to them!”
“No, no! Don’t do that!” begged the prisoner, thoroughly cowed. “You say you represent private interests. I’ll tell you all, if you promise not to lock me up.”
John considered a moment.
“Your name is Crowell, isn’t it?” he asked.
The other started, but nodded in affirmation. “Which are you—Milton or Vaughn?”