No one appeared.
Down to the cardroom he rushed. Outside the door he stopped suddenly, hearing a voice saying:
“His name is Frank Merriwell. Here’s your warrant, sheriff. Arrest him on sight. I’m sure you’ll find my watch on his person. If not, then he’s got rid of it.”
Delvin Riddle was speaking.
For one moment Frank was aghast, dazed, bewildered.
What did it mean?
Through his brain flashed the explanation.
Riddle, driven desperate by his failure to frighten Frank, furious over the treatment he had received at Merriwell’s hands, had put up a job to detain Merriwell in Salacia. He had sworn out a warrant, charging Frank with stealing his watch, and Merriwell was to be arrested.
“Nice trick!” thought Merry.
He felt like walking into that cardroom and finishing the half-completed job of thrashing the tricky advance man of the “Julian King Stock Company.”