"Are you all right? Have they harmed you?" asked Dick, opening one of the side doors. A murmur was the only answer he got.
"They've gagged him!" cried Paul.
A moment later the boys had the rag from the mouth of their friend, and had cut the cords that bound him. They helped him to his feet, and one of them brought him a drink of water from the big car.
"How are you?" asked Dick, anxiously.
"All—right—now," was the hesitating answer. "A little—knocked out, but still in the ring. You came just in time, boys."
"How is that?" inquired Dick.
"Ten minutes later they would have been at the railroad station, and had me aboard a train. Then they'd have taken me into the unknown again, and you'd never have gotten me until it was too late. You were just in time."