By this time the joy-riders were very angry, and their language was far from Scriptural. They vowed that they wouldn't pay a cent, and that they would have Abner arrested for threatening to shoot them.
"Go ahead," Abner announced. "But before yez git ye'r Tin-Lizzie ye'll fork out that money. I'll give yez jist five minutes to make up ye'r minds. Come here, Zeb," he called. "I might want ye."
The young men were now in a fix, and they discussed the matter in an excited manner.
"We haven't the money," they at length announced.
"All right, then, me hearties, I'll keep the car."
"Will you take two dollars apiece?" Abner was asked.
"It's five or nuthin'," was the reply. "Hustle up there, fer time's most up."
Finding that their captor was relentless, with many protests and threatening words the needed forty dollars were at length produced and handed forth.
"There, that's better," Abner chuckled, as he pocketed the money. "There's ye'r car, so take it an' git."
Abner and Zeb stood and watched the crestfallen joyriders as they scrambled on board.