open a safe had stunned you."
"Can that be true?" burst from Roger.
"What cold-blooded plotting?" was Phil's comment.
"I can't give you any details, for I was--ahem!--sick at the time and did not quite understand," went on Hooker Montgomery, and Dave reasoned, and rightfully, that he had been under the influence of liquor. "Of course, they'll deny the whole thing. But that is what they plotted to do to you."
"Where are Merwell and Jasniff now? Do you know?"
"Yes, they are in this town. That is why I came here--to see them and get some money, if I could, for I am dead broke. But they wouldn't see me."
"Here!" cried Dave, in astonishment. "Where?"
"At the residence of one of Merwell's relatives, on the other side of town. Do you want to see them?" And a sudden look of interest dawned in Hooker Montgomery's fishy eyes.
"I do."
"Going to have it out with them?"
"Yes."
"Good for you, sir! I'll show you where you can find them!"
CHAPTER XXX
THE ENEMY RUNS AWAY
In a very few minutes Dave and his chums were on the way to find Merwell and Jasniff. As the party walked along Hooker Montgomery told more about his dealings with the rascally students. It was plain to Dave that the so-styled doctor had been nothing but a weak tool, and in a way the youth had to pity the poor wretch whom dissipation had so dragged down.
In less than five minutes the party arrived at a small residence set well back in a garden. The walk was unshoveled, and they had to pick their way through the snow. When they rang the doorbell a tall, thin elderly woman answered their summons.
"Good-evening, Mrs. Slater," said Hooker Montgomery. "I'd like to see Mr. Merwell and Mr. Jasniff."
"They have gone," was the sharp answer, and Mrs. Slater looked as if she wished to shut the door in the faces of the callers.
"When will they be back?"
"They won't be back."
"Will you kindly tell me where they have gone?" questioned Dave.
"Who are you?" And the woman eyed Dave suspiciously.
"My name is David Porter, and I wish to see Merwell and Jasniff very much."
"Porter! Then you must be that young villain Link told me about--the one who made so much trouble for him out on the ranch!" exclaimed Mrs. Slater. "Well, you can't see Link, or his friend. They have gone, and they won't be back."
"Have they gone to Rockville Academy?"
"You can find that out for yourself!" cried Mrs. Slater, and then slammed the door shut, and locked it.
"Very accommodating lady, I must say!" murmured Phil, sarcastically.
"Very essence of politeness," added Roger.
"Well, if they have gone, there is no use of our staying here," declared Dave. "Come on." And he led the way back to the hotel. Here they had another talk with Hooker Montgomery.
"If you'll promise not to prosecute me I'll appear against Merwell and Jasniff any time you want me," said the so-called doctor. And there the matter rested; and the boys went back to join their companions and help to make way with the generous supper that was awaiting the whole party.
"What place do you suppose Merwell and Jasniff were going to rob?" asked Roger of Dave, on the way back to Oak Hall.
"I am sure I don't know, Roger. Montgomery didn't say. More than likely those rascals didn't tell him."
"What are you going to do next, go up to Rockville after Link and Nick?"
"I've been thinking I'd go up there early next Saturday, before the hockey game. Want to go along?"
"Certainly, if you wish it. I guess Phil will go, too--if you ask him."
"I'll do it. I don't think I can manage the two alone."
"Going to have them arrested?"
"That depends on how they act. One thing is certain, I am not going to stand for any more of their underhanded work," answered Dave, grimly.
The day of the game dawned clear and bright. The contest was scheduled for three o'clock, and Dave, Phil, and Roger got permission to go to Rockville in the morning. They said they would meet their fellow-players on the river later.
Arriving at Rockville, the three chums put up at the hotel, where they rested from the long skate, and then had dinner. Then they started in the direction of the military school.
The street on which they were walking ran past the railroad station, and as they passed the platform Roger happened to look at the people assembled, waiting for a train. He gave a shout:
"There is Merwell now!"
"Where?" asked Dave and Phil.
"Just went into the waiting-room."
The three lads quickened their pace and hurried into the waiting-room. They saw Merwell and Jasniff at the ticket window, just picking up some tickets and change.
"I want to see you fellows," said Dave, coldly, and placed a hand on a shoulder of each of the rascals.
Merwell and Jasniff wheeled around, and the face of each turned pale.
"Wha--what do you want, Porter?" stammered Merwell.
"Ah, don't talk to him," blustered Jasniff. "Let go of me!" And he tore himself loose.
"Jasniff, you've got to talk to me," answered Dave. "If you won't talk I'll call an officer."
"Don't you do that!" cried Merwell, in increased alarm. "You let me go! It's a--a--mistake! I haven't done anything!" And he commenced to back towards the door.
"Merwell, you and Jasniff played me a dirty trick!" declared Dave. "I don't know whether to have you arrested or to take it out of you. I gave you a sound thrashing once, but it doesn't seem to have done you much good."
"You--you let me alone, Porter!"
"Where are you going?" asked Roger.
"Don't you tell them!" burst out Jasniff, quickly. "It's none of their business!" And he looked knowingly at Merwell.
"I guess I had better call an officer," suggested Phil, just by way of intimidating the rascally students.
"No--no--don't do it!" cried Link Merwell. "Come on, Nick, there is the train!"
He leaped past the others, and out of a back door of the station. As Dave, Phil, and Roger went after him, Jasniff went out of the front door.
A train had come to a stop, and a number of passengers were getting off and on. Link Merwell darted into the midst of the crowd, and mounting one of the platforms, entered the car.
"Going after him?" asked Phil.
"No. What's the use?"
"Where is Jasniff?" asked Roger.
"There he goes!" cried Dave, and pointed to the end of the train, which the student named had just boarded.
The train was now moving, and as it swept by, the three lads on the platform saw Link Merwell peer anxiously out of a window at them. Then, as the last car rolled by, they beheld Nick Jasniff in the doorway. He shook his fist at them.
"Just