Lorry went pale and began to tremble.
"I won't have it that way," he declared hotly.
"I guess you will," said the officer grimly. "That's a fair way to settle this business, and you ought to abide by your father's orders if these other young fellows are willing to."
"They've got some game they're trying to play," scowled George, "and I won't stand for it. I'll make you all sorry for this," he threatened, turning away.
The officer grabbed him before he had taken two steps.
"Where you going, Lorry?" he asked.
"Take your hands off of me!" ordered Lorry, striking feebly at the big fist that had collared him. "I'm going where I please, and you've no right to interfere with me."
"You're going to headquarters," asserted the policeman, "and it's there you'll stay until an answer is returned to that telegram."
"You gave the game a twist, George," grinned McGlory, "and now here's another twist, by Motor Matt and me."
"What made you think of such a foolish move, George?" asked Matt. "You didn't really think we were trying to steal that money, did you?"