however, he halted the car, climbed out, and lifted one side of the hood.
"Give me those rags from the bottom of the car, Hearne," he said, briefly.
The other obeyed. As Gramont made no move to come and get them, Hearne got out of the car; then Gramont rose from the engine unexpectedly, and Hearne looked into a pistol.
"Hold out your hands behind you and turn around!" snapped Gramont. "No talk!"
Hearne sputtered an oath, but as the pistol jerked at him he obeyed the command. Gramont took the strips of cloth, which he had previously prepared, and bound the man's wrists.
"These are better than handcuffs," he commented. "Too many slick individuals can get rid of bracelets—but you'll have one man's job to get rid of these! Ah! a gun in your pocket, eh? Thanks."
"What t'ell you doin'?" exclaimed the bewildered Hearne.
"Placing you under arrest," said Gramont, cheerfully.
"Here, where's your warrant? You ain't no dick"
