“Nothing! That will do! Step aside.”
The cock-eyed man folded his arms across his breast and glared fiercely at the window, which seemed to offend him.
“You are next.” said the sergeant. “What did you see?”
“I saw quite enough to convince me that the assault had been committed before I reached the spot, but——”
“Another ‘but.’ ‘But me no buts.’ There seems to be no one present who witnessed the assault, and so no one can prefer a charge against Mr. Merriwell. Mr. Merriwell, you have now exactly thirty minutes in which to catch your train. Don’t stop to say a word, but git up and git. You are at liberty.”
And Frank took the sergeant’s advice, followed closely by Ephraim.
CHAPTER XVIII.—AT THE LAST MOMENT.
Frank Merriwell’s company had gathered at the railway station to take the train for Puelbo. All but Merriwell and Gallup were on hand. Havener had purchased the tickets.
Hodge restlessly paced up and down the platform, his face dark and disturbed.
There were inquiries for Frank. Stella Stanley came to Havener and asked: