Then the gag in Vincent’s mouth was securely fastened. He was half-lifted and half-dragged across the yard.
Harry thought for a moment that he was to be taken in the farmhouse. But instead, he was carried to an automobile.
The powerful man who had seized him thrust him into the back seat of the open car. They started along the rough road. Harry was jounced helplessly back and forth.
Who had captured him?
Where was he going?
Harry’s dazed mind could not answer either question.
Hopeless thoughts flashed through his mind. He had failed in his work. Harry was a prisoner. He had no way to notify The Shadow of his plight.
CHAPTER XVIII
TIGER BRONSON
It was midnight in Manhattan. There were very few customers in the Black Ship. Spotter, seated in a corner, knew every one of them. He had been here since nine o’clock, waiting for the moment when there would be no stranger in their midst.