“Mr. Merriwell is wanted.”
“What’s that?” gasped Buckhart, in the greatest amazement. “Did you hear it, pard? Did he say you were wanted?”
“That’s what he said,” nodded Dick.
Professor Gunn began to shake and choke.
“Richard, oh, Richard!” he exclaimed huskily. “These wild men have been sent to search the desert for you and take you back to Damascus! You are lost!”
“Great grizzlies!” burst from the Texan. “Is it possible that can be correct?”
“It may be,” said Dick quietly.
“Well, don’t you surrender!” panted the Texan. “I’ll back you up, pard. We’ll die with our boots on, fighting to the last ditch! We’re both armed.”
“Alone, the two of us would stand no show against those warriors of the desert,” said Dick. “However, let’s not borrow trouble. Let’s find out if there really is any trouble coming.”
Saying which, he boldly walked out.