“You told him what we were going to do?”
“I did. He says that if you get that car back to the city, and try to turn it over to him, he’ll have you arrested for assault with intent to do great bodily damage. He says the runabout is a powder mine, and liable to blow up at any minute. ‘Tell Matt King to keep it,’ he said, ‘providing he’s got the nerve.’ That’s the way he handed it to me. Take my advice,” Billy clamored desperately, “and leave it alone!”
“Joe and I are going to use it,” answered Matt. “Hand me an end of that rope, pard,” he added to the cowboy.
McGlory passed him the rope, and Matt made it secure to the front of the runabout.
“Back up, Billy,” called Matt, “and tie the other end of the rope to the touring car. You’ve got to give us a lift into the road.”
“What if something should happen?” demurred Billy.
“Nonsense!” said Matt impatiently.
“You can’t give the car back to that fellow if he won’t take it.”
“We’ll make him take it. He’s a very foolish man, and he’s going to feel differently when his temper cools.”
Billy, not in a very comfortable frame of mind, backed the touring car close to the edge of the bank. The rope was made fast, and Matt and McGlory went to the foot of the bank to push while the big machine pulled.