"Yes. Which way did it go?"
"Turned de first corner."
"Let's get a cab!" said Kirk. "Come, I want you to go with me!"
He caught Merriwell by the arm. A cab had drawn up near the curbing, and
toward this they moved, Merriwell reserving his questions until later.
Dunstan hurriedly gave instructions to the driver, and climbed in after
Merriwell.
"Now, what does this mean?" Frank demanded, as the cab started with a
lurch. "What sort of a wild-goose chase are you on?"
"What made that auto-carriage do that way?"
"There was something the matter with it, I suppose."
"It struck me that the motorman may have been in the pay of the fellow I
was chasing."
He lowered his voice, even though the rattling of hoofs and wheels and
the noises of the street rendered it wholly improbable that the driver
or any one else could hear what was spoken inside.
"Frankly, Merriwell, the chap I was chasing looked like Morton Agnew! I
was in Mason & Fettig's, five or six blocks above, when some one came
into the other room and passed a counterfeit ten-dollar bill on the
proprietor. He discovered it while the fellow was going through the
door, and gave a call. I ran to the door and saw the rascal--not well,
you know, but a side glance--not much more than a flash--and I thought
he was Agnew.
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