"Will you let me go if I help you?" demanded the chauffeur, eagerly.
"We'll see about that later," answered Dick, briefly. "For the present we intend to keep you a prisoner."
"A prisoner! You haven't any right"
"We'll take the right."
"That's the talk!" put in Tom.
By this time the party had reached the automobile. As Dick had surmised, several straps and ropes lay in the box under the back seat, and with these they bound the man's hands behind him. Once he started to resist, but when Tom raised his shining pistol he wilted.
"Now you tell me where they took the young ladies," said Dick, after the fellow had been strapped fast to his own automobile.
"They took 'em up to the house."
"What house?"
"The old mansion back there on the hill."
"Who was in the crowd?"
"The old man and the old lady, and the two young ladies, and the three young men, and the doctor."
"The old lady!" cried Dick. "Who was she? What was her name?"
"I think they called her Sobber, same as one
