There was a brief struggle.

He came out again, pushing a skulking figure before him, with the man's arm twisted behind his back.
"Take off this gent's hat, will you ?" asked Ronicky.
Bill Gregg obeyed, too dumb with astonishment to think.

"It's the taxi driver!" he exclaimed.
"I thought so!" muttered Ronicky.

"The skunk came back here to wait till we were fixed right now.

What'll we do with him ?" "I begin to see what's come off" said Bill Gregg, frowning into the white, scowling face of the taxi driver.