Barney had been attacked by tramps and
badly hurt, but not killed, though at first the report of his death had
gone out. One of the tramps had been nearly killed in the fight, and
Mulloy had disappeared.
"What became of him? Where did he go?" were Merriwell's questions.
"We didn't pay much attention to it," was the answer given by
Merriwell's Sea Cove informant. "Likely he walked off, or went away on
the boat or train. Easy enough to get out of this place."
With this meager information, Frank and his friends hurried back on the
launch to Glen Springs.
"He isn't dead!" was Merry's cheerful declaration. "That must have been
Barney that Bart and I saw."
"But the walking?" Hodge dubiously questioned.
"And why should he be in hiding?" Diamond demanded.
"Some men love darkness, because their deeds are evil," Dismal droned.
"Well, you may be sure that Barney's deeds were not evil," said Frank,
"Barney is straight, and true blue."
Night was at hand when the launch cast anchor in the shallow harbor in
front of Glen Springs and sent a boat ashore with Merry and the friends
he had chosen for the vigil of the coming hours of darkness. The
landlord of the little hotel was not pleased that they had returned for
the purpose of capturing the "ghost," though he was beginning, as he
confessed, to feel "creepy" about it himself.
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