"You did?" cried Billy. "Who was he?"
"The lame man with the black beard!"
"I thought so! He hasn't given up yet! I must wire my uncle at once. Come on back to town with me."
Billy turned, and would have started toward Riverview, but Frank caught his arm.
"Look here!" exclaimed the elder Racer lad, "you're in no condition to go back to town. You'll faint on the way, or something. You need to see a doctor. We'll help you back to school."
"But this is important!" insisted the Western youth. "I must warn my uncle that this plot against him is deeper than he thinks. I've got to telegraph to him."
"Then do it from Riverview Hall," suggested Andy. "You can telephone the telegram in from there."
"That's right," added Frank.
"Then that's what I'll do," decided Billy, after a moment's thought. "Glad you mentioned it, for I must send a warning."
"Hadn't we better chase after that man we passed?" asked Andy eagerly. "The scoundrel ought to be arrested. Come on! I believe we can catch him. He's lame, and can't go very fast," and he wheeled about as though to take up the pursuit.