“It has been stolen, Merriwell,” said Browning, grimly, “and you must suspect who took it.”
“I do!” came grimly from Merriwell’s lips. “We will search for Enos Dugan.”
Nowhere in Brownville could Dugan be found. Rifle and man had vanished together.
“But I will have that rifle back, even though I have to chase him into Canada!” vowed Merriwell.
CHAPTER XI.
IN PURSUIT.
“Vanceborough! Vanceborough!” cried the brakeman on the accommodation train that was rattling into the little village on the west bank of the St. Croix.
Beyond the river lay New Brunswick. Vanceborough was the last town on the American side.