Clyde and Prince started off to dress. They met Merriwell, Hodge, and Bramwell coming from the dressing rooms.
“Hello, Bram!” exclaimed Clyde, in some surprise. “You seem to be in a rush.”
“No rush at all,” was the assertion. “Is Hollingsworth going out with us?”
“Not this morning.”
“Why not? He said——”
“I know, but he has business he must look after this forenoon. It’s very important, and he says it will be of benefit to us.”
Frank and Bart exchanged glances, but said nothing.
“Well, if he isn’t going out with us,” said Bramwell, “I think I’ll start at once.”
Hollingsworth stood in a window of the clubhouse and smiled grimly as he saw Merriwell and his two companions set off along the road that led toward the wild country to the west.
“Go!” he mentally cried. “If things come my way this morning I’ll make a hundred dollars and fix you so you’ll take no part in the run.”