"Done!"
"All I want you to do is wait till I can swear out a warrant for his arrest and find a man to serve it."
Frank hustled. In a short time he had a warrant for Sport Harris, and he obtained the services of a deputy sheriff to serve it. Then Dyer took them straight to the house where Harris was stopping. The fellow was there, and he was taken into custody by the officer, who gave him no chance to escape and lodged him in the "cooler."
Of course Harris was furious.
"I was a fool to get a drunken lout to do my work!" he snarled. "I should have pasted you with good ripe eggs. But I'll get at you yet!"
"You'll rest in jail a while."
"Oh, I don't know! You can't afford the time to prosecute me."
"I don't have to afford it. Dyer is ready to swear you hired him to do what he did, and there are a dozen citizens who will push you."
It was not difficult to find citizens of the place who were willing to take the case up, so Merriwell was not detained, for when Harris was released he was promptly rearrested on another warrant.
The new company went on its way, and it did seem that success was smiling on the organization now that Frank Merriwell had become manager of it. Although they were barnstorming and playing in out-of-the-way places, they seemed to have struck a good streak of business.