“Who will get away? What’s the matter with you?”
“Der man mit der viskers.”
“What man?”
“Der one vot seen me ad der gottage vere der vight peen last nighd. I shust seen him oudt here.”
“The man with the whiskers?” repeated Frank. “There was but one man with whiskers at the cottage last night. That was Bunker. He can’t be here.”
“Yaw; he vos oudt there.”
“Then he is up to some crookedness!” exclaimed Merry, leaping to his feet and catching up a shotgun. “Where is he, Hans?”
“Oudt towart der ganoes.”
Frank sprang through the doorway, and Diamond followed. Seeing this, Hans ran after them, directing them by shouting loudly, much to Merriwell’s disgust.
“If there’s anybody out here, he’ll know we are coming,” thought Frank.