“I went straight to Merriwell’s room in the tracks of the man you bade me follow.”
“To Merriwell’s room?”
“Yes. I could not get a chance to tackle the fellow and secure the message. You know the streets were full.”
“Yes.”
“If I had tackled him on the street I must have failed, and I would have been lodged in the jug.”
“Possibly. Go on.”
The manner of the Westerner had not changed in the least, and Roland felt that those daggerlike eyes were piercing him through and through.
“Merriwell’s room was packed with his friends, who were there to congratulate him. I walked right in after the messenger.”
“Very bold of you!”
“The messenger took the message from his pocket and handed it over to Merriwell.”