“There may be,” he said. “If there is——”
“You and I may be arrested and thrown into prison any time.”
“Nadia, also.”
“Thunder! Dick, I’m afraid you’ve hit the truth. What will happen if you are right?”
“We’ll find ourselves in a very nasty scrape; but it will be hardest on Nadia. Think of the poor girl thrown into——”
“I can’t think of it! I decline! Pard, we must find a way to get her out of this scrape. If the governor really sends officers here to investigate, we’ll be pointed out, and then it will be too late. What can we do?”
“We seem to be caught like rats in a trap,” admitted Dick.
A low laugh sounded outside the door, which was pushed open, and into the room softly stepped the dark stranger who had spoken with the tall man and the short man in the hall below.
“Yes, Dick Merriwell,” this fellow said, with malignant satisfaction, “you are caught, and there is no way for you to escape. When the officers come I shall take great pleasure in pointing you out to them. The time of my revenge and triumph has come at last.”
“Miguel Bunol!” cried Dick, in astonishment.