sticks as they did so, and before the man could think of retreating they had him surrounded.
"Say, look here, what does this mean?" demanded the fellow, trying to put on a bold front, although he was much disturbed.
"You'll find out what it means before we are done with you," cried Tom, hotly. "More than likely it means state's prison for you."
"State's prison!" The man shrank back. "Why—er—I haven't done anything wrong."
"Oh, of course not!" returned Dick, sarcastically. "Abducting two young ladies isn't wrong I suppose!"
"I didn't abduct anybody," growled the man. "Somebody hired my car, that's all I know. Now the job is done, and I'm going about my business."
"Not just yet," said Dick, quietly but firmly. "Tell me, what have they done with the two young ladies?"
"That ain't my business," commenced the chauffeur, savagely. "You let me go, or I'll Oh!"
He stopped short and let out a yell of pain and fright. He had tried to push Dick out of his path. The oldest Rover boy had dropped the lantern and struck out fairly and squarely with his fist, and the blow had landed on the man's jaw, nearly taking him from his feet.
