Brad did not explain that he fancied it possible Dick had done so in order to compel him to listen to the old man’s lecture.
“Wonder if there’s no other way to get out,” he growled. “Mebbe the door to the next room is not locked.”
He hurried into the adjoining room, but found, to his further disappointment and disgust, that the door leading from that room was likewise locked.
When Brad returned he began hammering on the door in earnest.
“Look out!” cried Zenas. “You’ll knock a panel out!”
“That’s what I sure will do!” roared the Texan. “I’ll certain bu’st a hinge off if Dick doesn’t hike this way and open things up.”
“Perhaps he didn’t lock the door.”
“Then whoever did? That’s what I’d like to know.”
A sudden thought flashed through Buckhart’s head. What if this locking them in was a trick to keep them away while an attack of some sort was made on Merriwell?
“I can pay for the door,” he muttered; “and I certain ain’t going to keep still when there may be deviltry of some sort going on.”