The red-headed chap came out of his daze in time to plunge for a dressing gown and a pair of slippers, and then to dart into the hall and away after his chum.
[CHAPTER XLII.]
GUFFEY’S QUEER ACTIONS.
Merriwell was in his pajamas, and as it was getting a time of day when people began to stir around, the scope of his efforts in overhauling the fellow who had been under the box was naturally limited. He had hoped that Fritz, Silva and Woo Sing might take up the pursuit, but in this he was disappointed.
“Where is the fellow?” Merry demanded, showing himself at a rear door and confronting the Dutchman, the Chinaman, and the Mexican.
“He vent avay like some shtreaks,” Fritz answered.
“Why didn’t you try to stop him?”
“He iss a boliceman, dot’s der reason.”
“Nonsense!” exclaimed Merry, “he’s no more a policeman than you are.”
“Ven he iss under der pox he say——”