“I’m not so sure of that, fellows,” said Merry, as he entered the dressing room and heard Lowe’s remark; “I’d say that it’s Villum’s game. Didn’t he get the run that tied, and get it without assistance?”
A roar of laughter went up. As Merry went to his locker, however, he was approached by Colonel Gunn’s orderly, who shoved hastily through the crowd.
“Come outside, Mr. Merriwell!” cried the cadet. “The constable wants you!”
“Tell him I’ll be dressed in a minute,” returned Chip.
“No, get a move on right now!” insisted the other excitedly. “Colonel Gunn is waiting, too.”
“That’s a horse of another color, then,” said Chip, and made haste outside.
He found the constable, who greeted him eagerly.
“Say, Merriwell, come along over to the riding hall. Colonel Gunn’s gone over, and said to bring you along.”
“Me? What for?”
Merry had forgotten all about the affairs of Randall in the excitement.