"Sure!" said Nick. "Come on, kid."
Fallon drew back to let them out, turning to gaze up the narrow, deserted road.
Nick stepped in front of him, drawing his revolver.
"Put your hands behind you, Fallon," he said sternly. "You are under arrest. Take it easy and save yourself worse trouble."
Fallon staggered and glanced back over his shoulder in search of Sadie Badger. The hat, veil, and cloak had been discarded by the figure behind him, and he found himself gazing at the face of Chick Carter.
"Good heavens!" he gasped involuntarily. "What am I up against?"
"You know, Fallon, without my telling you," said Nick. "The game is up, and we’re out to get the entire gang. We’re going to do it, too."
"I guess that’s no fairy tale." Fallon knuckled with a sickly smile. "You’re the worst ever, Carter, the very worst. Well, I’m not in so bad, at that. Go as far as you like."
"Put bracelets on him, Chick, and we’ll secure him with[Pg 39] another pair to one of the taxicab wheels," Nick directed. "That will hold him till we return."
"Let me sit inside," said Fallon. "I’ll not bolt."