“Mackinder?” questioned Ned. “How do you know it was he?”
“Because as he was tying my hands together I had a chance to feel of the back of his right hand. I could feel the scar as plainly as could be. It was the same scar I saw before he started to run and the same scar I saw when the ‘U-13’ package was pinched!”
“I’d like to take a poke at him just for luck!” declared Jack.
“I don’t know about that,” stated Jimmie. “I can’t help but admire a fellow as capable as he is. He tied me up so quickly and cleverly and yet so effectively. I’d like to take lessons of him!”
“Here’s your gun!” joyously announced Harry. “And here’s the milkmaid’s dress he shed in here after he trussed you up.”
“Now, then,” began Ned, as the party was again complete and ready for action, “let’s get out of here and get our baggage.”
“Let’s get Mackinder first,” proposed Jack.
“I vote ‘No’ on that question, Mr. Chairman!” declared Jimmie.
“Why?” questioned Jack, with surprise. “What’s the matter?”