CHAPTER XXVI.NOT ON THE PROGRAM.
Simpson gave a startled gasp and tried to turn, but Cray’s weight bore him down, and in a trice they were on the ground.
Gordon showed himself, and approached as they flopped about for a few moments in that confined space. Suddenly he turned without warning and ran around the corner behind which he had just been hiding. He quickly circled about the tiny garage and approached the struggling men from the other direction.
The space had been so narrow that it would have been awkward for him to get at Simpson’s head. Now, however, he could do so without difficulty, and, as he stooped, he had a handkerchief all ready to gag the prisoner.
Cray, he found, had Simpson by the throat, and was effectually preventing any outcry, while his great bulk kept the prisone
