“Gag her,” the girl repeated coldly, paying not the slightest attention to Nancy’s plea.
Tom Tozzle brought out the hateful gag from his pocket, and, in spite of Nancy’s vigorous protests, it was jammed down her throat.
“Don’t put it in too tight,” Bud warned. “We don’t want her to pass out on us again.”
Tom Tozzle went to the back door and looked out into the storm.
“The coast is clear,” he announced. “Not a person in sight. We can make it now.”
A heavy shawl was thrown over Nancy and the two men grasped her firmly by the arms. She was half-dragged, half-carried down the steep path which led to the river. Reaching the dock, she was shoved unceremoniously into the motorboat. The others climbed in. Tom started the motor and Bud cast off the rope.
Nancy Drew heard the angry roar of the river as the boat moved slowly away from the dock. The dreadful journey had begun.