"Was he hurt?"
"Hurt? Nary, he wasn't hurt. We ain't opinin' ter hurt anybody this trip so long as we hev our way. The Dutchman was snoring like a house afire. All we did was ter lift him out o' the keer an' lay him on the ground. We give him a smell o' somethin' on a han'kercher, jest ter make him snooze a leetle harder, that's all."
"You drugged both of us, then?"
"That was the easiest way ter keep ye from makin' er noise."
"Where are you taking me?"
"Ye'll know afore long."
It was a rugged road they were traveling, and the Red Flier negotiated it with many a juggling bump. Mountainous rocks, half-screened by bushes and trees, glided by, and there were dusky gashes and seams, and now and then a splash of falling water.
Rougher and rougher grew the trail, and the reckless driving of Brisco caused Matt's nerves to thrill with fears for the car.
"You'll rack the car to pieces if you keep driving like that!" Matt called sharply.
"What's it to you?" taunted Brisco.