All three of the boys halted almost instantly, for the loud cry came from one who seemed to call for a purpose.
It was Chief Berry, hurrying around the corner. He beckoned to Frank.
“Frank, it is my very sad duty to say to you that you must come to my office at once. I want you to explain something which has just been brought to my attention.”
“I can’t! I’ve got to go to Coville. My father is dying, and the doctor just told me that I must get to Coville for a medicine which is necessary to save him.”
“I cannot help it—you’ve got to come to my office!” sternly announced the officer of the law.
Frank was unmindful, however, of anything that any one might tell him, of any obstacles which might be placed in his way. There was only one goal, only one activity. Dominated only by the one thought, he turned and started away.
“Wait a minute, young man!” exclaimed the officer of the law. “I say you must come to my office with me at once.”
“And I told you that I must go to Coville. Now, I’m going to Coville. Whatever you have to ask me or say to me can wait!” Again Frank started.
“I’ll place you under arrest!”
“Listen!” Frank Allen turned and faced the chief of police. “Don’t say anything like that to me when I’m in trouble, or, Chief Berry, I’ll forget myself and I’ll forget your position. I’ll smash your face if you make a move to stop me.”