“I don’t know.”
The two rascals talked the matter over for some time, but could come to no conclusion regarding the young gymnast.
They wished to get him out of the way, but hardly dared to undertake such a high-handed proceeding before the captain and crew of the tug.
“I have it,” said Griswold, half an hour later. “See that town over there?”
“Yes.”
“Let us tie up there. I’ll go ashore and hire a close coach and drive it myself. We can take him inside and——”
He did not finish, but his half-drunken companion understood.
Their victim should never get away from them alive.
The tug captain was given orders, and soon a landing was approached.
After tying up Hank Griswold hurried ashore. He procured a coach with difficulty, and it was some time before he appeared on the box, whip in hand.