The speaker smiled a sort of twisted smile, took his companion by the arm and hurriedly made his departure.
Puzzled, Dick looked down at the letter in his hands. Then he glanced up at Sandy. He gulped. Who was John Clark? He had never heard of him.
“For goodness sake, don’t keep me in suspense!” It was Sandy’s voice. “Open the letter.”
Dick complied hurriedly. Sandy left his position by the door and slumped in the seat beside him. A bit of a white paper fluttered in Dick’s hands. He read in a choked voice:
“Mr. Dick Kent:
“If everything goes well, I’ll be seein’ you a few days after you receive this letter. Mebbe you can guess why. Mebbe it won’t be very good for your health if you stop very long at Half Way House.
“Yours, “Wolf.”
“So that’s it!” Sandy exclaimed excitedly.
“A threat,” said Dick.
“Wolf come an’ shoot you, Dick,” grinned Toma. “That fellow mad all over. While you got chance, you better run away.”
Dick laughed. Yet, in spite of his laughter, he did not feel very happy at that moment. Wolf Brennan was a desperate character. The Wolf felt that he had a grievance and would try to settle his score.