“A ride? Where?”
“Tell you later. This is a rush order, and we’ve got to be on the move.”
“Sure, I’ll ride with you, Chip—anywhere.”
“Come on, then,” said Merriwell, and hurriedly led the way out of the office.
CHAPTER XLII.
THE MYSTERIOUS MESSAGE.
Frank was leading the way to the town corral, bent on getting his horse, Borak. Blunt, who had leave of absence from the Bar Z Ranch, was likewise keeping his cowpony at the corral. When clear of the main street, Frank turned, to find Clancy and Ballard trotting along behind him. He stopped.
“I say, Clan,” said he, “you and Pink are not in this.”
“If not, why not?” demanded Ballard. “This party isn’t so blamed exclusive that Red and I can’t go along, is it?”
“You’ve nicked it, old man. The orders are for two, and no more.”