When George Carver swung into the Jamesport road a cloud of dust trailed behind him until he stopped in front of the clubhouse. Parkins had not arrived, so everything was safe thus far. Turning back along the road he traveled leisurely and muffled the "cut-out." Updyke had figured matters out almost to a nicety. Two miles west of Jamesport a limousine hove in view. The car was coming fast, head-on for passage against all-comers. But Carver was an old hand at stopping speeders. He jumped from his machine and laid it crosswise of the narrow road. Then with his feet on the wheel and his revolver pointed straight at the oncoming chauffeur, he shouted: "Halt! or I'll kill you!"--and at once the emergency was applied to the brakes of the big machine, causing thereby a most gruesome noise. [Illustration: "HALT! OR I'LL KILL YOU!"] "Hands up, chauffeur! Step off of your car--lie down on the roadside--belly to the ground!" To the Updyke man he said--"If he makes a move kill him!" Parkins, not yet discovered by either officer, had dropped to the floor and pulled a dust robe over his body. Carver tried to open the door, but it was locked from inside. The door on the other side was also bolted from within. "All right, Parkins, you are going to have the merriest little test put up to you that a rascal of your stamp could conceive of in a life time!" shouted Carver. "At this moment you and your accomplice are shielding yourselves at the expense of a frail girl. She need have no fear--you infernal coward! But unless you and that woman come out instantly, I'll break in the doors and hang both of you up by the thumbs. I am counting ten--one--two--three--four--five--get ready, 'Updyke man'--six----" The door opened, and Mrs. Duke screamed as she saw Carver's badge. Parkins came out first, with palms turned outward and was made to lay face-down, his arms stretched above his head. Then came the woman, to find, at the point of a revolver, that she had forfeited the chivalry of honest men. "Now you, Updyke man, slip a pair of bracelets on both the man and the woman, while I do the same with the driver. Now, little lady," he added, addressing Winifred, "could you ride behind me on my motorcycle to Riverhead?" Carver stood with hat in hand, smiling into her pallid face. "Oh, I am sure I could," she whispered, frightened to the point of nervous breakdown. "Then walk back along the road a little way while I prepare these kidnappers for a safe journey," said he, sneering down upon the prisoners. "I wouldn't want you to see what I may have to do to them." At the suggestion of the Updyke man each prisoner was handcuffed with arms behind, instead of in front, as was the usual practice in extreme cases.