Frank had turned away, but he turned like a flash on Bart.
“Not afraid,” he said, “only worried.”
“Well, come, don’t think any more about it. You know we are going out to-night.”
Frank started and shrugged his shoulders.
“You have not forgotten?” exclaimed Hodge, not understanding Merry’s manner. “We’re going to follow Hooker, you know.”
“Old man,” said Frank soberly, “I don’t think I’ll go.”
CHAPTER III.
THE MISSING WATCH.
“What?” cried Bart, more than ever astonished; “you don’t think you’ll——Oh, come, Merriwell, what’s the matter?”
Frank flung himself on a chair.