Tucker snickered half hysterically on hearing Merriwell tell how the watchman had yelled and taken to his heels at sight of the satanic figure.
“Tommy’s been telling me all about it,” said Buckhart. “Why, those fellows were going to bake his feet. We got there in the nick of time.”
“What I’d like to know,” said Tucker, “is how you happened to get there at all.”
“I’ll have to pledge you to keep it a secret,” said Dick, “but there is a chap who used to be mighty thick with that crowd, and he got onto the plot. He gave me a tip, but made me swear I wouldn’t mention his name.”
“I can guess,” chuckled Tucker. “It was Kid Lee. Am I not right, Dick?”
“Haven’t I just stated,” said Merriwell, “that I promised not to mention his name?”
CHAPTER XIX.
THE NEXT MORNING.
Early the following morning Tommy Tucker, in pajamas, came bouncing into Dick’s room. Merriwell was already up. He had bathed and was partly dressed.
“Pa-pore! pa-pore!” cried Tommy, flourishing a newspaper. “All about de great fire last night! Dinsmore & Hyde’s old warehouse burned to de ground! Pa-pore! pa-pore!”
“Shut up, you yapping idiot!” cried Dick laughingly. “Where’d you get the paper?”