“There’s Brad!”
He turned like a flash and disappeared amid a mass of people who were crowding before one of the booths.
“Oh, Brad!” called Dick.
“Why, what made him do that?” exclaimed the girl, in dismay.
Merriwell was provoked.
“Come!” he urged. “He can’t get away. We’ll find him.”
They hurried after the Texan. Dick caught a glimpse of him leaving the bazaars. Nadia was still clinging to Dick’s arm.
At the beginning of a narrow street Buckhart paused and glanced back, then he turned and disappeared down the street.
Never had Dick known his friend to behave in such a perplexing manner.
“I’ll shake some of the foolishness out of him if I ever get my hands on him,” Merriwell mentally vowed.