CHAPTER II
MERRIWELL MEETS HIS FOE.
All were surprised by Merriwell’s sudden move.
Frank had seen a person appear in the open door of the freight house, look at him, and then dodge back. Although he obtained but a glimpse of this person, Merry fancied he knew him.
Into the doorway he sprang, and looked around. On every hand were boxes and barrels and piles of freight, but no one was to be seen. The opposite door was standing open.
“Must have dodged out that way,” muttered Frank, and he darted toward the door.
But when he reached the door, he looked in vain for the person he fancied he had seen.
“My eyes may have fooled me,” he said.
He had been followed by several of the cyclists, and they were staring at him in amazement. He saw that he must make some explanation, or they would think him deranged.
“It’s all right,” he laughed. “I fancied I saw a person that I know. He appeared there in the doorway, and then retreated into the building. I may have been mistaken.”