They shook the bewildered witness of the kidnaping till he was more muddled than ever. At last he managed to say:
“Fellow came tearing down-stairs with Ready on his back.”
“That was Merriwell!” cried the freshmen.
“I was just coming in. Had the door open. He rushed out with Ready. Knocked me down.”
“Go on! go on!” was the shout.
“Sat up and saw them fling Ready into a cab.”
“Saw who?” came the question.
“Don’t know. There were five or six of ’em.”
“Did Jack fight?”
“Started to, but he didn’t have time. They slammed him into the cab too quick.”