"We'll take them along with us," Brunner ordered tersely. "The important thing is to get away from here while the getting is good. We can decide the fate of these two later on."
Penny and her companion were forced to walk into the main room of the sawmill. They saw that everything was in readiness for a hurried departure. The truck had been reloaded and stood waiting by the door.
"Get in!" Molberg commanded sharply, pushing Penny toward the rear of the van.
"How can I with my hands tied?" she demanded indignantly. "Unfasten the cords."
Instead, Molberg lifted her off her feet, dropping her unceremoniously among the neat stacks of car wheels with which the truck was filled. Even less gently, Jimmie Davis was tossed in beside her.
Then the back end of the van was dropped down and the canvas cover thrown over it. Penny and her companion were enveloped in darkness.
"Where are they taking us?" she asked in a whisper.
"Probably to a hideout in another state," Jimmie informed. "Our jig is up unless we can escape."
"We may have a chance after the truck starts."
"I doubt it," the boy returned gloomily. "We'll be watched every second. If we make a move, they'll shoot."