"He's a fighter, all right," he muttered, "but he kin gamble on it that we've got the upper hand o' him now."
"You took the girl away and got Siwash Charley, eh, Murgatroyd?" asked Matt.
"You're a young man of rare perception," was the broker's sarcastic response.
"You'll both pay for this," went on Matt steadily.
"Who'll make us pay?" grunted Siwash Charley. "Not you, my bantam. I've got inter enough trouble on your account, an' I ain't intendin' ter git inter any more."
This was a luminous remark of Siwash Charley's. Matt would have liked to ask him how he expected to keep out of trouble by continuing his lawless work, but there was not time. Lifting the prisoner roughly Siwash Charley heaved him onto the seat in the tonneau, and slammed the door; then Siwash got up in front. Murgatroyd was turning the engine over. When he was done, he climbed to the driver's seat and started the car. He did not go on toward Sykestown, but, as before, made in the opposite direction.
"What is the meaning of this?" demanded Matt.
"Ye'll know," answered Siwash Charley, turning around savagely, "when ye find out—an' not afore."
"Where are you taking me?" persisted Matt.
"Ye'll find that out quicker'n ye'll find out the other."