"You can't go, Frank!" exclaimed Andy, after a moment's thought.
"Why not?"
"Because we're going to race Waterside to-morrow."
"I know it, but this is to-night. I've got lots of time."
"Perhaps you have, but you heard what Wallace said. He wants us to get a good sleep, and be fresh for to-morrow. If you go chasing over to Dailsburg you won't get home until late and you'll be all broken up. Besides you may get in trouble with the deputy sheriff in possession, and have a row. Or you may get caught coming in late and be suspended. It's too risky."
"I tell you I'm going," said Frank determinedly. "I promised to help them and I'm going to keep my word."
"That's all right," half grumbled Andy, "but what's the matter with that lawyer, Mr. Bolton? I thought he was going to see to this."
"Perhaps he has forgotten it, or Thorny's lawyer may have played a sharp trick. Anyhow, I'm going to see what I can do."
"But if you're caught?"
"I won't be—don't worry."