"Hey, Coach!" cried an excited Kinky fifteen minutes later. "I've just come from Speed's room. He's not there ... but I found this note—addressed to you!"
Coach Brock took the note, wonderingly, opened it, and read:
To Coach Brock,
Medford College,
Medford.
Dear Sir:
Since I have been removed from the team, I couldn't bear to stay and see the game, so I have left town.
Yours,
Speed.
"Great jumping Jehoshaphat!" swore Coach Brock, crumpling the paper. "The boy's gone crazy! Get hold of Doran and Gleeson at once!"
"Yes, sir!" blinked a wondering Kinky Doyle, hurrying off.
With Phil and Milt delivered to him, post haste, Coach Brock took them privately aside and showed them the note. Phil gasped and Milt whistled.
"Where would Speed have gone?" demanded the coach.
"I haven't the slightest idea," replied Milt. "Have you, Phil?"
"There's four different directions," Phil answered. "And one's as good as another!"
"Well, you've got to find him!" the Coach ordered. "You got him in this mess!"