None of the
protestors followed. They did not feel like engaging in any vigorous
sport following the strenuous exercises they had had.
Five minutes later "Johnnie Two Times" returned. One glance at his
face was sufficient guarantee that he had lost all his punning
facetiousness. He held in his hand a bit of paper which he laid on the
stone table by the lamp.
"Read that, boys!" he exclaimed, excitedly. "I found it outside. Those
men must have dropped it. They're after Mr. Stanlock--going to hold
him up."
The ten other boys needed no second bidding. They crowded around so
eagerly that nobody could read.
"Here, I'll read it aloud," said Clifford, picking up the paper and
holding it close to the lamp. Here is what he read:
"I will bring Old Stanlock along the foothill pike. Will slow up in
the sand stretch. Be there ready to grab him. Jake."
* * * * *
CHAPTER VII.
TO THE RESCUE.
"Boys, we've got to do something," declared Patrol Leader Ernie
Hunter, breaking the gaping silence that followed the reading of the
note.
"What shall we do?" asked Harry Gilbert, who was a good soldier, but
no leader.
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