The man in the road reeled a little to one side—and a little nearer.
Then, with movements as quick and decisive as a lightning stroke, he sprang forward, whipped out a brace of revolvers, leveled them straight at the heads of the two men in the auto, and sharply cried:
“Hands up! If you start that machine, driver, I’ll blow your head off!”
The voice was as firm and cold as ice, yet it had a ring as threatening as when blades of steel cross in deadly combat.
Nick Carter fairly caught his breath.
“Held up, by thunder!” was his first thought.
CHAPTER IV.
THE ESCAPE.
How to get the best of the highwayman was Nick Carter’s second thought.