One man had kept his hand over Larry’s mouth, but once they were in the cab he removed his palm and substituted for it a cloth gag which effectually prevented the boy from calling out. Larry strained his ears to catch anything the men might say, in order to learn what their purpose was regarding him. In this, however, he was disappointed, as the men maintained silence. The only sound was the rumbling of the carriage over the cobblestones. Occasionally this would cease as an asphalt stretch would be reached. “They’ll release me as soon as they find they have the wrong person,” thought Larry. “It would make a good story if I could find out all about it and what their real object is.” Even in his somewhat perilous position Larry had a thought for his paper, as all good reporters should have. Now the cab seemed to be in a less thickly settled part of the city. By glancing through a small crack in the window shade, Larry could see stretches of field instead of solid blocks of houses. The men, too, seemed to be less apprehensive of pursuit, for they began to talk in low tones, though Larry could not hear what they said. At length, however, Larry heard one ask the other: “Has he got the papers with him?” “Sure,” was the answer from the other man. “I saw him put them in his pocket. Shall I take them out?” “No, we’ll wait for the boss,” was the answer. Larry heard and wondered. What papers could the men be referring to? Clearly they had made a mistake, and must have expected to capture some other person. “I haven’t any valuable papers,” thought the youth. Then, with a start, he remembered the bunch of copy with which he had started for the _Leader_ office when he was caught. He realized that if it was not soon delivered it would be too late. The thought of this made him half wild, for he did not want to fail in his mission. He began to struggle to free himself with a strength that, for a moment, took all the power of the men to subdue. Larry kicked with his feet and struck out with his arms. He tried to get rid of the gag to call for help, but it was too tightly fastened on. For a few minutes there was a lively time in the carriage, but the driver did not appear to notice it, for he kept his horses going. At length the men succeeded in getting hold of Larry’s arms and legs and holding them firmly. “Shall I tie him?” asked the shorter of the two men. “No, we’re almost there now,” was the answer from the other. “We can easily hold him until then.” “He certainly put up a good fight,” was the other’s comment. “I never saw such a lad. I hope he doesn’t make another row.” “We’ll fix him if he does,” said the tall man.