“You are right,” he confessed. “You caught us easy.”
Bruce turned his captive over. His spectacles had been lost in the scuffle, and his disguise was torn away, so he was readily recognized.
“Griswold, you confounded little villain!” roared Browning. “I have a mind to give you a good basting! You rammed about two inches of that brad into me!”
Danny Griswold, for it was the little joker, laughed heartily, saying:
“I guess some of the others felt it.”
“I guess yes!” cried one. “You found me.”
“Me, too!” admitted another.
The removal of “Babbitt’s” disguise revealed Charlie Creighton, who was convulsed with merriment.
“Well, fellows,” said Prof. Mower, “you turned the tables on us that time, and you did it in a hurry, or you would not have caught us.”
He pulled off his false beard, and Frank Merriwell was before them.