“Tell you what,” said Bingham, “let’s go see if Boltwood is still in the basement of the old storage-house. If that was Merriwell, he must be there.”
“I’m with you!” cried Jack. “Come on, Carker!”
Away they went. They found a cab and piled into it in a hurry, having given the driver directions.
“He’ll be there,” said Bingham confidently. “I haven’t a doubt of it now.”
“Nor I,” said Carker.
“I hope he is,” said Ready. “I feel like slamming him round a few, just to relieve my feelings.”
They stopped at last near the old warehouse. Leaving the cab to wait, they jumped out and approached the dark and gloomy building. A watchman stopped them.
“What do you want?” he asked.
“It’s all right, Bill,” assured Jack. “Here’s your pay for watching. We’ve come for the captive. Is he safe?”
“Sure thing,” said the man, taking the money from Jack. “You’ll find him right there.”