"You think, Señor Hagan, you think—what?"
"Whist! Don't be after breathing that I told you; but it's a fancy I have that Señor Lazaro could tell us the cause of the mysterious illness of Watson Scott, and could explain just why the automobile of Warren Hatch plunged down an embankment and smashed him up, while his chauffeur leaped and escaped. Lazaro is striking first at the railroad builders."
"And I am cooped here!" cried the boy. "I'll stay no longer! Why should I? I'm going out! I'm going to have a part in this!"
"And it's pinched you'll be in a minute."
"The police——"
"Are looking for ye now, just the same. Besides that, this Merriwell is doing his best to get track of ye. I didn't wish to worry you, so I didn't tell how he tried to follow me last night when I came here."
"Did he? Did he?"
"Sure he did. I don't know just where he ran across me, but first I knew he was tracking me through the streets."
"You came just the same."
"When I had neatly given him the slip. Oh, I fooled him, Felipe. I left him to wonder where I had gone."