of a car tonneau and that the car was moving. It couldn't be his car. Then it must be that of the enemy. He sat up, wildly staring about him. There were two men in the rear seat but it was too dark to distinguish their faces.
"He ain't dead, after all," said a strange voice. "Jeez! ain't that too bad?"
"What the hell's the idea?" demanded Tony.
"You'll know soon enough."
"Well, let me up on the seat there. This is too damned uncomfortable."
He tried to get up and found that he was weak and very dizzy. One of the men reached out and jerked him into the seat between them. He could see now that the front seat also contained two men.
"You want to enjoy this ride, kid!" snarled a voice in his ear. "Because it's the last one you'll ever take."
Tony's heart almost stopped. He'd faced danger and been in tight places before; but never a situation like this. He was being taken for a ride, about to be made the victim of the most feared and the most conclusive of all the means gangland used for ridding itself of its enemies. He turned to the man who had spoken.
