Now he was working at the crank of the touring car, hoping to get away in the machine.
"He won't get started," muttered Sam, remembering what he and Tom had done to the automobile.
They sneaked up behind the man, and before he could resist had thrown him flat on his back.

Then, while Dick held him down, Sam ran and got the straps and ropes.
"You let me go!" yelled the man.

"Let me go, or it will be the worse for you!" And he tried to get away.

But then Dick put a pistol to his head and he collapsed and offered no more resistance.
As soon as the chauffeur was again secured, the boys bundled him into the enclosed portion of the car and tied him fast to the foot rail and the robe rail.

Then the youths lost no time in readjusting the machine so it could be used, and lighting all the front lamps.
"If they hear us they'll think it is the chauffeur going away," said Dick.
"Can you run her, Dick ?" asked his brother.
"I think so.