the trap even while suspecting
that one might exist, angry at these three men who had captured him so
close to Riverside Drive.

Then his rage passed. He was experienced enough to know that an angry
man is at a disadvantage in a game of wits, and that wits and nothing
else could get him out of the present predicament.

Finally, he felt the boat turning, the speed was cut off, and it drifted
against something. Farland was lifted out of the motor boat, but one of
the men held the sack over his head, and he was unable to see. Once more
he was carried, this time away from the river, and he could tell nothing
except that the men who carried him were struggling up a sharp slope.

Farland made no attempt to fight or struggle now, knowing that it would
avail him nothing to attempt to throw off these three men. He had
decided to conserve his strength, and to trust to his usual good fortune
to get a chance later to even things by turning the tables on his
captors.

Suddenly the sack was taken from his head, and he was able to breathe
better. He found that he was beside a road in which stood an automobile.
Two of the men lifted him, tossed him inside the machine, and then got
in themselves. The driver started the engine, threw in the clutch, and
soon the car was being driven at a furious pace along the winding road.

"Look around all you want to!" one of Farland's captors growled at him.
"You won't even know where you are when you get there!"

CHAPTER XXI

RECOGNITION

Through a maze of crossing and winding roads the car made its way, now
over highways as smooth as a city pavement, and now over rough mileage
that jolted the occupants and threatened the springs with destruction.

Jim Farland did not recognize this particular district. He did not even
know upon which side of the river he was being hauled along as a
prisoner. In the city proper, his abductors would have found it very
difficult to take him to a section where he could not have recognized
some sort of a landmark, but here they had him at a serious
disadvantage.

The night was dark, too, and a fine drizzle was falling. Farland tugged
at his bonds when he could, and finally convinced himself that they
would not give. He tried to work one end of the gag from the corner of
his mouth and found that he could not do that. He was utterly helpless
for the time being, at the mercy of the three men who had kidnaped him,
and the chauffeur, and whoever might be