He had scarcely taken half a dozen steps when he ran full tilt into Macklin, who had just driven up on the box of a closed coach.
"Wot's dis?" cried the tough. "Carson! no yer don't!"
He carried his whip in his hand, and as he spoke he brought the butt down on Hal's head with full force.
There was a strange flash of fire through Hal's brain, and then all became a dark blank.
CHAPTER XXIX.
HAL MAKES A LIVELY MOVE.
When Hal came to his senses he found himself bound and gagged as before, but instead of being in a closet he was now in a coach that was whirling along as fast as the deep snow would permit.
The curtains of the vehicle were tightly drawn, so the youth had no chance of seeing where he was being taken.
His head ached fearfully from the blow Tommy Macklin had administered, and for several minutes he could hardly collect himself.