"Don't go alone. Wait till I get Carson fixed, and I'll be with you."
"And that will give him plenty of time to get away. We've given him too much time already, Frank. Don't worry about me. I'll take care of myself, and I'll take care of him if I find him."
Bart went out.
"Are you feeling better, Carson?" questioned Merry.
"Oh, I tell you I'm all right," was the answer, as Berlin tried to force a laugh.
"Who could be prowling round here?" speculated Frank. "I wonder if a burglar was trying to break in."
"That must be it," said Carson quickly. "Did Lizette describe the man?"
"No. She said she barely saw him as he rushed out behind your back and struck you."
"It's strange that Bessie should——"
Carson checked himself.