"Christopher? what a racket!" laughed Rattleton. "Why, I haven't been in anything like this since I was a freshman."
"It's good for a fellow once in a while," said Frank. "It stirs up his blood."
"But I was in a hard place when you came to my rescue, Merry. The cop had me pinched, and he said the charge would be larceny. I thought I was in for it."
"I wasn't going to leave anybody to be locked up."
"You never do, Merry; you always stick. It does me good to see you out on a time like this, for you have not been like yourself in weeks. Now you seem like the old Frank Merriwell."
They reached Morey's safely. Entering, they discovered nearly all the others of their party there ahead of them.
And Rob Marline was there, drinking whiskey.
As soon as Frank and Harry appeared, the others of the party surrounded them, asking about their adventures.
Bruce Browning was wiping the perspiration from his flushed face, while he growled:
"Haven't done anything like that for a long time. It was awful! Wouldn't done it then if it hadn't been to escape arrest. Cæsar's ghost! think of being arrested."