"There's your load!" he snapped. "Get going with it!"
The boy made no move to obey.
"Did you hear?" Brunner snarled.
"I heard," Jerry Barrows retorted coldly, "but I'm not driving that truck out of here tonight. I'm through!"
"We'll see about that!" Brunner came toward him menacingly.
The boy cringed in terror but stood his ground.
"I've been thinking it over," he said determinedly. "I'd rather go to jail than keep on as I have. I've driven my last truck load of stolen wheels!"
Brunner caught him roughly by the shoulder.
"You're yellow!" he sneered. "But I know how to handle your kind. I'll just let your father hear that his son has become a thief! How will you like that?"
All color had drained from the boy's face. In the light from the workmen's torches, it appeared almost ghostly.