“I wish to notify you, Mr. Hickman, that a thorough investigation will be made. If we learn that you have professionals on your team, Fardale will sever relations with you. There will be no further contests between us.”
Hickman snapped his fingers.
“Do as you like,” he said. “We’ll have the pleasure of wiping you up in the last encounter, anyway.”
“Will you?” cried Dick. “Not much! Fardale will defeat you to-day, for all of tricks and crookedness!”
“Whoop-ee!” exploded Buckhart. “You bet your boots she will!”
Then both boys turned on their heels and left the room.
Dick and Brad were descending the stairs to leave the hotel when something struck Dick’s shoulder with a little tinkle and fell on the steps before him.
Dick picked it up, and glanced upward. He fancied he saw a face disappear above, and there was a rustling sound that died away almost immediately. In his hand Dick held a bit of paper that was twisted about an old-fashioned copper coin. He untwisted the paper and saw there was some writing upon it.
“I shall try to be at the game. See me a moment if possible. Have something to say to you. —June.”
“What is it, pard?” asked Brad.