"Oh, we'll put you on the tracks and let the trolley run over you," answered Plum, brutally.
"Oh, please don't put me on the tracks!" cried Frank. "I—I know you don't want to hurt me, but a trolley car might come along, and I might get struck."
"Oh, it's all right," said Jasniff. "If you're ground up we'll pick up the pieces and give you a decent burial."
This sort of talk was kept up until the trolley line was reached, and the effect was to completely unnerve the young victim. He was allowed to see the single track and then blindfolded once more, and his hands were tied behind his back.
"Now put him on the tracks," commanded Plum, roughly.
"And don't forget to chain him fast," added Jasniff, rattling a dog chain he had brought along.
"Oh, we'll chain him good and hard," said Nat Poole.
"No! no! Please don't!" cried Frank, and now he tried to break away from his tormentors. A struggle ensued, but in the end he was subdued and dragged along the track to where was located the turnout just mentioned. Here he was thrown on his back, and his hands were fastened down to one of the rails.
"Don't! Let me go! Please let me go!" he shrieked. "I don't want to be tied to the track! I don't want to join the club! If a trolley should come along I'd surely be hurt! Let me go!" And he started to struggle again.