“Since you are so powerful, why don’t you do it yourself?” said a mocking voice at his elbow.
It was the voice of Jack Weeden.
Nick turned, and saw before him the face of Wright, the man he had taken for Jack Weeden but a short time before.
“I am not mistaken,” thought Nick. “That man is Jack Weeden, and I shall take him dead or alive.
“You dog,” he cried, “you are Jack Weeden, and you are my prisoner!”
He made a step forward and clutched at the man’s throat.
As he did so, he was struck on the head with a blackjack in the hands of a man that stood at the side of the automobile repairer.
The man who struck the blow was Billy Young, the companion of Jack Weeden.
Nick sank to the ground insensible.