CHAPTER XVII.
THE TABLES ARE TURNED.
Amidst a continuous roar and rattle of thunder and flashing of vivid lightning, Jack and the still unconscious Tom were thrown, none too gently, into the old barn. Luckily, the soft nest of hay saved them from bruises.
“Now let’s be getting back to the car,” exclaimed Duke.
“How about splitting that money right now?” growled Duggan.
“That will wait.”
“It won’t.”
“Well, I say it will.”
There came a blinding glare of lightning. Jack, who was now lying on his side, saw Duke’s face, even as a flashlight illumines the countenances of a party waiting to have their pictures taken in a dark room. It was livid and evil, but determined.
“Oh, you do, eh, Mister Duke?”
There was a panther-like snarl in Blinky’s voice.