"I've been thinking I'd go up there early next Saturday, before the hockey game. Want to go along?"
"Certainly, if you wish it. I guess Phil will go, too—if you ask him."
"I'll do it. I don't think I can manage the two alone."
"Going to have them arrested?"
"That depends on how they act. One thing is certain, I am not going to stand for any more of their underhanded work," answered Dave, grimly.
The day of the game dawned clear and bright. The contest was scheduled for three o'clock, and Dave, Phil, and Roger got permission to go to Rockville in the morning. They said they would meet their fellow-players on the river later.
Arriving at Rockville, the three chums put up at the hotel, where they rested from the long skate, and then had dinner. Then they started in the direction of the military school.
The street on which they were walking ran past the railroad station, and as they passed the platform Roger happened to look at the people assembled, waiting for a train. He gave a shout:
"There is Merwell now!"
"Where?" asked Dave and Phil.