Spangler stepped forward.
"That's far enough," snapped Matt. "Now put those hands behind you."
With the open end of his own gun staring him in the face, there was nothing for Spangler to do but to obey. His hands went meekly behind him.
"Can you tie a good hard knot, Josh?" asked Matt.
"T'ink I ain't good f'r nuttin'?" protested the boy.
Passing behind Spangler, he used the free end of the rope for a few moments and then stepped back with the rest of the coil in his hands.
"If he gits dem mitts out o' dat he's a good 'un," announced Josh. "W'ere d'yous want him, Matt?"
"In the Red Flier. Step lively, Spangler. We've got to look after Brisco."
"Get ap!" clucked Josh, shaking the rope.
With a black scowl on his face, the baffled Spangler made his way to the touring-car.