"Git orf of me!" spluttered Macklin.
"Let up there," put in Ferris.
"Stand back, Ferris," cried Hal. "I am not to be trifled with."
"Pull him orf!" roared Macklin.
Ferris advanced, but rather gingerly.
He knew Hal's strength, and he had a great horror of being struck.
Macklin tried to rise, but Hal hit once more and he went down a second time. Then Hal sat down on his body.
"Hand over the key."
Hal had an idea the key was in Macklin's outer pocket, and into this he inserted his hand.
It soon came in contact with what he was searching for. He tried to withdraw the key, but now Macklin began to squirm worse than ever, and he had hard work to master the fellow.