In went Browning on top of the proctor. Diamond followed him with alacrity, and Griswold scrambled in instantly, then Rattleton forced himself in without delay.
Slam—the door shut.
The policeman had seen something of the struggle, and he broke into a run.
“Hold on there!” he cried.
“Can’t stop!” panted Frank.
A spring took Merriwell up beside the driver. Before that person could say a word he had snatched the reins and whip.
Crack!—the whip fell on the backs of the astonished horses.
Unfortunately, the animals were headed toward the approaching officer. They leaped forward.
“Stop!” cried the policeman, springing from the sidewalk to the street.
“Couldn’t think of it!” flung back Merry. “Get out of the road!”