Even now Jordan used his splendid physique and strength in a determined, bitter struggle.
But "Durry" helped turn the fellow over, face down, and then all three sat on their catch.
"Doug," however, felt something hard. Leaping up, he made a quick search, then drew from Jordan's hip pocket a length of lead pipe wrapped in red flannel.
"Ye gods of war," gasped Douglass, "what sort of weapon is this for a former gentleman to carry?"
"Let me up," pleaded Jordan, "and I'll make a quick hike!"
"Don't you let him up, fellows," warned Douglass. "Now, whom did Jordan seek with an implement like this? There could be but one of our men—-Prescott."
"Have you anything to say, Jordan?" demanded Atterbury.
"Not a blessed word," growled Jordan, no longer attempting to disguise his voice.
"Then we have," returned "Doug."
"But you two fellows hold him until I come back."