"Then, when he comes to, you won't let him play any trick on you that will give him a chance to bolt from here?"
"Not I," promised Dexter. "You needn't worry. There are too many thousands of dollars at stake. Run along, Driggs. I'll do my part, here on the scene."
Driggs went out. He had a long drive ahead of him. The point at which he intended to abandon the stolen surrey was nearly ten miles from the present spot. For the horse and surrey had been stolen from a farmer known to be away for the day with his family. Driggs meant to abandon the rig two or three miles from the farmer's home, and then return on a bicycle which he had hidden near the spot.
As soon as Driggs had gone, Dexter bent over, tying Prescott's hands more securely.
Soon after that Dick, still lying on the floor, opened his eyes.
CHAPTER XXIII
DICK MAKES HIS STAND FOR HONOR
Ab. Dexter's harsh voice jarred on the air.