That instant was sufficient. Acting together, they leaped upon him, knocking the revolver from his hand.
CHAPTER XXIV
A DESPERATE CHANCE
The fight was brief but intense. Caught completely off guard, the chauffeur proved no match for three desperate opponents. A hard blow on the jaw sent him reeling backwards. He fell and was pinned to the floor.
Flash groped about in the dark until he found the revolver. He jammed its muzzle into the chauffeur’s ribs.
“Let me have that,” ordered Major Hartgrove, taking the weapon from him. “See if you can find some rope!”
Flash ran into the adjoining room, and after a brief search, located a coil which evidently had been brought to the cabin by Rascomb’s men.
Doyle and the Major dragged the chauffeur into the lighted room. Skilfully they trussed him up and set him in a chair.
“Now you’ll talk,” said Major Hartgrove. “If you refuse, I know how to change your mind! You’re working for Rascomb?”
“Never heard of him.”
“Albert Povy then,” supplied Flash.