"And you mean to tell me that you believe such stuff!" snorted Tom.
"Well, that's what they told me," answered the man doggedly. "They hired the car first without telling me what sort of a job it was. Then they told me they wouldn't give me a cent if I didn't do what I was told to do. I'm a poor man, and——"
"You tell it well, but I don't believe a word of it," interrupted Dick. "You have committed a serious crime, and the only way in which you can help yourself at all is by helping us."
"Will you let me go if I help you?" demanded the chauffeur, eagerly.
"We'll see about that later," answered Dick, briefly. "For the present we intend to keep you a prisoner."
"A prisoner! You haven't any right——"
"We'll take the right."
"That's the talk!" put in Tom.
By this time the party had reached the automobile. As Dick had surmised, several straps and ropes lay in the box under the back seat, and with these they bound the man's hands behind him. Once he started to resist, but when Tom raised his shining pistol he wilted.
"Now you tell me where they took the young ladies," said Dick, after the fellow had been strapped fast to his own automobile.