CHAPTER XXII.
INVESTIGATING.
Once more assuring the garage proprietor that any losses he might incur would be made good, Clancy opened up the Hornet and started for the railroad station.
“Colonel Carson owns a lot of land over toward Orton,” stated Billy gloomily. “He’s mixed up in this somewhere, you can believe me!”
Clancy grunted, but made no reply. When they reached the railroad station they had no difficulty in finding the combination agent and telegraph operator.
“Morning, Mr. Martin!” sang out Billy. “Did you get a wire for Mr. Merriwell about seven this morning?”
“Not me, Billy,” returned the agent. “Was he expecting one?”
“Not that we know of, but he got one,” exclaimed Clancy. “Are you sure that none came in this morning or last night?”
“Nobody here last night, and nothing has come this morning.”
The operator regarded them with curiosity.