“I think you were prowling around here for something else, young man,” growled Gates, rising.
“What for?” asked Don, looking straight into Gates’ eyes.
“How should I know?” the man evaded. “I’m going to take you into custody for a time at least, Mercer. You come with me.”
“Where are you taking me?” Don asked, as Gates took hold of his arm.
“Never mind asking so many questions, but come along. Don’t make any resistance or I shall call in the police. By the way, aren’t you one of those cadets who brought in my father from that accident?”
“Yes,” acknowledged Don.
“Too bad you had to mix yourself up in this business.”
“What business are you talking about?” asked Don pointedly.
“Never mind that. What became of your companions?”
“I suppose they got away.”