That was enough. Bryton had been here, and it would be quite useless to approach Lawford.
CHAPTER XVIII
WHILE OTHERS SLEPT.
After his discovery of the syndicate bills, Merriwell turned back and bestowed a brief, but comprehensive glance at the man before him. He was a young fellow of medium height, with a rather pleasant face and fiery-red hair. He was roughly dressed and his faded overalls were smeared with paste. Dick decided that he was one of the laborers who did the actual work of billposting. He seemed like a pretty good sort, and the Yale man seldom went wrong in sizing up a man. Still he hesitated, wondering whether he had better put into execution the plan which was in his mind.
At last he determined to risk it. He could think of no other way, and the bills must be on the boards before daylight.
“Do you want to earn ten dollars?” he asked presently.
The fellow grinned all over his freckled face.
“That’s me, guv’ner,” he replied promptly. “I sure do.”
“Would you be willing to stay up all night to do it?” Merriwell went on.
“Sure, Mike!”