“Business. Got to go. My bill, quick! I’m in a hurry!”
The clerk looked at the register and then told him what his bill would be. Frank flung down some money. He heard heavy feet ascending the stairs to the office. He heard voices. Riddle and the sheriff were coming.
“Keep the change,” said Merriwell. “Can’t stop for it.”
He bolted out of the door, leaving the amazed clerk staring after him.
Straight for the livery stable he darted. The hostler was in the wide open door, holding the black horse, ready saddled and bridled.
“Hold on!”
Behind Frank there was a hoarse command. He looked over his shoulder and saw the sheriff and Riddle come rushing out of the hotel.
“Stop!” yelled Riddle. “Stop thief!”
Frank reached the stable door.
“What’s that they’re yelling at you?” asked the hostler, with an air of sudden distrust.