“You’re off! But there aren’t many nicer girls than Inza.”
When Dashleigh fell asleep, his dreams placed him in a cab, in which, throughout the remainder of the night, he pursued Mrs. Whitlock, of Whitney Avenue, with the relentlessness of a detective, suddenly to find her standing before him in the person of his instructor in mathematics, who naively assured him that what he had really been searching for was the elusive.
“Get up!” came in the voice of Dick Starbright. “You’re flouncing there like a fish.”
“Is it morning?” Bert asked, suddenly rousing.
“Yes, and a beautiful day. A better one for that hockey-match this afternoon couldn’t have been made to order!”
CHAPTER XX
FRANK MERRIWELL’S DILEMMA.
When Starbright and Dashleigh appeared on the campus they were greeted with a sensation. Dion Santenel was no longer a prisoner. He had escaped from the jail the previous evening.
Merriwell, Browning, and Hodge were talking about it over by the senior fence; and though the mass of the students had no knowledge that Dade Morgan was in any way connected with the man who had been placed in jail by Merriwell, the escape of the prisoner was being discussed by little knots of Yale men gathered here and there.
“Will it interfere with the hockey-match this afternoon?” Bert asked.