“Well, of all things!” gasped Merriwell, as he sprang back into the room and seized his companion by the arm. “Can’t you see?”
“Sure,” answered Brad; “but that door moved just as I arrived at it. It certain did, pard?”
“Have you been drinking?” inquired Dick.
“Hold on, Richard Merriwell!” growled the Texan resentfully. “You know I reside on the sprinkler. I never lap up ardent liquors.”
“Well, this is the first time I ever saw a sober man in your condition.”
Weakly Brad pushed Dick off.
“I am all right,” he muttered grimly, evidently bracing up as much as possible. “I’ll prove I’m all right.”
He then walked out of the room, and Dick followed, closing and locking the door.
Once while descending the stairs the Texan stumbled and Dick caught hold of him, fearing he would lose his footing.
The boys were waiting below, and together the whole team left hurriedly.