“I’ll do it if possible; but how is it to be done?”
“Again I say that is something for you to find out. I will point out to you the man who has the message, and you are to follow him and get it if you can. If you succeed, the money is yours the moment you place that oilskin envelope in my hands. Are you ready to try it?”
“You bet! When——”
“Now!” whispered Mescal, as he stepped behind Packard, so that the student was between him and a man who was descending the steps of the Tontine. “There goes the man with the message!”
CHAPTER III.
THE MYSTERIOUS MESSAGE.
The man with the message was smooth-faced and shrewd-appearing. He stepped out from the Tontine briskly. He was dressed in a plain gray suit of clothes.
“After him!” whispered Mescal. “He has the message! Get it somehow—anyhow! Get it before Merriwell reads it!”
“I’ll do my best,” promised Packard. “Where’ll I find you?”
“Here—at this hotel.”
Without another word, Roland Packard started after the man in gray. Up Chapel Street went the man, with Roland not far behind.