u here. But you'll pay for your
treachery, Jimmie Davis!"

He turned to Molberg, tersely ordering him to tie the arms of the
prisoners.

As the man caught her by the wrist, Penny struggled furiously. Jimmie
was too battered from his recent encounter to put up a fight. He
recognized the futility of struggling against impossible odds.

"What shall we do with 'em now?" Molberg asked gruffly when he had
succeeded in overpowering Penny. "This girl is a little wildcat if
there ever was one!"

"We'll take them along with us," Brunner ordered tersely. "The
important thing is to get away from here while the getting is good. We
can decide the fate of these two later on."

Penny and her companion were forced to walk into the main room of the
sawmill. They saw that everything was in readiness for a hurried
departure. The truck had been reloaded and stood waiting by the door.

"Get in!" Molberg commanded sharply, pushing Penny toward the rear of
the van.

"How can I with my hands tied?" she demanded indignantly. "Unfasten
the cords."

Instead, Molberg lifted her off her feet, dropping her unceremoniously
among the neat stacks of car wheels with which the truck was filled.
Even less gently, Jimmie Davis was tossed in beside her.

Then the back end of the van was dropped down and the canvas cover
thrown over it. Penny and her companion were enveloped in darkness.

"Where are they taking us?" she asked in a whisper.

"Probably to a hideout in another state," Jimmie informed. "Our jig is
up unless we can escape."

"We may have a chance after the truck starts."

"I doubt it," the boy returned gloomily. "We'll be watched every
second. If we make a move, they'll shoot."

Penny relapsed into a moody silence. It was hot and unpleasant in the
covered truck. Her arms hurt where the cords cut deeply into the
flesh. Her head had begun to ache and she could think of no way to
escape.

Presently the truck began to move. From the manner in which it bumped
about, Penny knew they were traveling down the rough side road to the
main highway. Once there the van would be absorbed in the general
stream of traffic.

"I guess Brunner was right when he called me yellow," Jimmie presently
said in a low tone. "I've betrayed my father, my sister and my
friends. I wanted to go straight, but Brunner had me in a strangle
hold."

"How do you mean?" Penny asked.

"He threatened to tell my father the truth. I'd have quit