“Read that,” said Merry, thrusting the message into his hand.
“By Jove!” exclaimed Dick, “this is bad business, Frank—bad business! How did you get this?”
“It was brought by Mr. Colvin here. He was pursued and barely reached me with his life.”
“Which I allows I would not have done but for Mr. Merriwell himself,” said Colvin. “My horse throws me unexpected, and the two galoots arter me has me down and is about to silence me some when Mr. Merriwell takes a hand.”
“Are you sure this is straight goods?” questioned Dick.
“That’s Bart’s writing,” declared Merry. “I’d know it anywhere.”
“Then there can be no mistake.”
“Certainly not. Colvin tells me that there are fifteen or more ruffians in this plot.”
“Do you believe, Frank, that it is their scheme?”
“I can’t say.”