The fat man, who was completely within their power, was soon tied, then carried out of the car to the embankment.
“Now for the other,” puffed Johnny.
They dodged back into the car. To their astonishment, they found that the other man had escaped.
“Gone!” muttered Pant.
“Faked unconsciousness.”
“And he was the prize bird of them all.”
“Too bad!”
Suddenly Pant appeared to remember something.
“Johnny,” he whispered in a tense whisper, “Johnny, get that black cat!”
Catching his breath, Johnny sprang from the car.