"Get the other!" cried a sharp voice.
There was a scuffle, another flash of something bright, two more clicks, and one of the four cried:
"That'll be about all from you, Jed Lewis, alias Inky Jed."
The two handcuffed men seemed to know that the game was up. They shrugged their shoulders, looked at each other, and grew quiet suddenly. The set trap had been successfully sprung.
"Hey! what's the big idea?"
"What's it all about?"
"Don't we get our tickets?"
Thus cried the men from the shipyards.
"You don't want these tickets," said Joe Strong, for as Bill Carfax looked more closely at one of the four he recognized him as the young circus man. "You don't want any tickets these men could sell you."
"Why not?" demanded a man who had bought one.