"Well, will you go anywhere?"
"Yes, I'll go somewhere that we can sit down in a quiet room, where there is no chance that fellows who
know me will drop in. I feel just like having something."
"I know the very place," declared Flemming. "Come on."
Then the quartet moved away, Flemming leading.
In the meantime Merriwell and Pierson had continued on their way. As had been agreed, Pierson set the pace. At first he ran along at a gentle trot, but by the time the outskirts of New Haven were reached he had begun to increase his speed.
"Now," he thought, "I'll put Merriwell to the test, and I do not fancy he will be in condition to make a very hot run on the return."
Faster and faster went Paul, and still the lad at his side kept there with apparent ease. With their clinched hands held close to their breasts and their heads thrown back, they ran on and on.
There was a slice of a moon in the western sky, shedding a thin white light over the world. From far to the south came the shrill whistle of a locomotive, cutting through the air like a keen knife.
The road which Pierson had selected was one over