“What is it?” demanded Hal. “I refuse to play the monkey any longer unless I know why I do it.”
“Don’t speak so loud!” whispered Arlington. “We will be in sight of the bridge in a minute. There is some one down there by the bridge, or was a short time ago.”
“Merriwell?”
“Yes.”
“Who else?”
“Oh, two girls!”
“Who are they?”
“Well, one is Zona Desmond; but she didn’t go there to meet Merriwell. She just came to accompany a chum. Now you ought to guess who the other girl is. You know who she chums with.”
Hal’s eyes gleamed.
“See here,” he said, “you don’t mean to tell me that Doris Templeton met Merriwell at the rustic bridge by appointment?”