"Ephraim."
The tall Vermonter came forward at Frank's call.
"Just keep your hands on this youngster till I read this note," invited Merry.
"All right," grinned Gallup, getting hold of the boy. "Naow don't ye try to play any of yer gol darn pranks onter me, yeou little sarpint, or I'll shack ye right aout of yer duds."
The boy submitted, seeing it was useless to attempt to get away, and Frank opened the note. This is what he read:
"The end is not yet. I am not done with you.
"Harris."
Merry whistled softly.
"Well, this is very interesting!" he commented. "Now, my boy, who gave this to you?"
"Don't you wish you could find out?" returned the youngster, saucily.