"Grit taken to the pound! Who did it?" cried Dick.
"Some fellow by the name of Duncaster," was the unexpected reply. "He had a policeman take the dog in, and you have to pay ten dollars to get him out. Half of it goes to that Duncaster man for causing the dog to be taken in."
"Duncaster!" murmured Dick. "He's fighting us all along the line! I'm going to town!" he called to a group of his chums who had gathered about him.
"I'll go with you," and Paul hastened after his friend.
CHAPTER XXI
READY FOR BLUE HILL
Dick was half wrathful over the action of Mr. Duncaster, and half because of the action of some cadet who must have enticed Grit to town, for a few students, admiring the bulldog had, in times past, often led him off with them. Nor was Grit unwilling to go, for he loved action, and by reason of his lessons and his football practice his master had little time to take him out.
"What are you going to do?" asked Paul, as his chum swung around toward the stable.
"I'm going to find out who took my dog to town, and then I'm going after him," was the answer. "He had nerve, who ever he was."