“Better drop that,” spoke Frank, in a low tone. “You have a revolver on your person, and I shall make a charge against you if you kick up trouble.”
“The dog must have been mad,” said one of the policemen.
“Of course he was,” exclaimed several of the players. “It’s great luck he didn’t get at the boy.”
“Methinks Joseph Crowfoot, Esquire, is deserving of a gold medal,” said Jack Ready. “He is a very handy old gentleman with a carver.”
“But he has no right to carry concealed weapons,” said one of the officers. “We shall have to arrest him.”
“Even so, and I will cheerfully pay his fine,” came from Ready.
“But first make sure he has concealed weapons on his person,” said Frank Merriwell.
“He had a knife.”
“It was in his hand when he went after the dog.”