"What do you propose to do with me?" he asked.
"That is hard ter tell," replied the tough. "It all depends on wot Ferris is got ter say."
"You have the key of the door?"
"I kinder think it's in my pocket."
"Give it to me."
Macklin chuckled.
"Don't waste yer breath; yer may need it."
He had hardly spoken when Hal sprang upon him. The youth was thoroughly aroused, and a well directed blow sent Macklin sprawling in one corner, while his pipe went flying in another.
The tough uttered a howl as he went down, and Ferris gave a cry of consternation.
"Now will you give me the key?" demanded Hal.