Macklin wheeled about, and gave the policeman a single glance, when, muttering something, he made a dash for the door.
But both Hal and the policeman were after him, and our hero caught him by the arm, and held him until the officer had slipped a pair of hand-cuffs onto him.
"I'll fix yer fer dis!" hissed Macklin in Hal's ear.
"Your days for fixing people are about over, Macklin," replied the youth. "You and the others have overreached yourselves for once."
"I didn't do nuthin'."
"We will see about that later. Where are Hardwick and Allen?"
"I don't know dem," replied the tough, sullenly.
"All right; then you want to take the whole responsibility of this matter on your own shoulders!"
At this the tough winced. It was putting the matter in a different light.
"Say, supposin' I put you on to dere game, will yer be easy wid me?"