“Right; but thar’s a good way, jest as quiet an’ peaceable as a graveyard. Take him into the basement.”
“What!” exclaimed Harry, “you wouldn’t do that?”
“Wouldn’t I? In course I would,” replied the leader, harshly. “You go an’ git the goods, Harry, an’ mind yer own business. Two or three of ye gag that geezer and tie his feet. Then take him to the basement. Hear?”
They heard.
Patsy saw young Harry’s face pale as he went slowly from the room.
Others proceeded promptly to obey the leader.
“I wonder if my time has really come at last?” thought the detective.
He could make no resistance, and tried none.
It was useless, too, to bluff the men or try to plead with them.