"It’s getting dark," said Dick. "We can run him out of here, but where shall we take him?"
"The Meadow Barn," suggested some one.
"Good place! First rate! But some of the fellows who do not understand about the affair might find him there and make trouble."
"I’ll be missed," said Cranch, "and they will search for me everywhere. You can’t keep me anywhere without getting into a scrape. Better drop this foolish piece of business."
"Save your breath," said Dick Merriwell. "You’re in for a period of imprisonment, and it’s no use to squirm. Can’t somebody think of a better place than the old barn?"
"The Dead Road Mill," said Don Kent. "That’s the place."
"That’s the place," agreed the others. "But it’s farther away than the barn."
"All the better."
"And the story that the old mill is haunted will keep people away from it," said Nunn. "He’s not likely to be found there. We’ll have to set a guard over him."
"To the Dead Road Mill he goes," decided Dick Merriwell, who had assumed leadership without being disputed.