Although Frank had not seemed to prepare for the
run, he had put on his running shoes, feeling that he might absolutely need them.
Along the streets of New Haven they went, attracting but little attention, as it was not an uncommon sight at that season to see some of the college lads taking a night run in that manner.
They passed a group of fellows who were standing beneath a street light near a corner.
"Here!" softly exclaimed one of the group; "who are these chaps?"
The entire party turned to take a look at the runners.
"It's Pierson——"
"And Merriwell!"
"What did I tell you, Yates!" exclaimed Fred Flemming, a ring of satisfaction in his voice.
"Well, may I be kicked!" growled Duncan Yates, as he started after the two lads, who had passed and were scudding along the street at a steady trot.