“What’s that?”
“The skirt says she won’t go,” Magill explained suggestively.
“Oh, ho; I see!” said Patsy, with eyes dilating. “You want to force her to go?”
“That calls the turn,” answered Magill. “She has agreed to meet me at the end of this street just before dark to finish the spiel I was having with her. She wouldn’t end it here for fear she’d be seen from the house where she boards.”
“I get you.”
“There are only a few scattered houses at the end of the street, and that’s the direction I, want to take her,” Magill added. “Now, if you’re not a bird head, you can see how easy it can be, done.”
“You mean to kidnap her?” said Patsy quickly.
“That’s the game.”
“And you want me to help?”
“If you’ve got the nerve.”