The police had been sore ever since their ineffectual attempt to get upon the campus and arrest the students who were parading with the horns captured from the band. Word had gone the rounds among the students that the "cops" were watching for an opportunity to retaliate. Evidently this policeman fancied his opportunity had come.
Larceny! Harry realized the full meaning of the charge, and he knew it would go hard with him if he were convicted. Thoughts of making a desperate effort to slip out of his coat, and leave it in the officer"s clutch, flashed through his head; but the blow of the club had knocked the wind out of him, and, just then, he did not have the strength to make the effort.
Where were the others? Had they all escaped? Had they abandoned him?
"Git up!" ordered the policeman, releasing his grip on Harry a bit, in order to change his hold.
Swish! thump! b.u.mp!
A dark body came out of the shadows and struck the policeman with the force of a catapult.
The officer was hurled through the air, his hold on Harry being broken.
He struck the stone paving heavily.
A hand fastened on Rattleton"s collar, a strong arm jerked him to his feet, a familiar voice hissed in his ear:
"Run!"
It was Merriwell! Harry"s heart leaped as he realized that. Frank had not deserted him. Frank never deserted a friend.
Rattleton was somewhat dazed, but Merriwell"s hand directed him, and away they sped. They heard the policeman behind them, heard him shout breathlessly for them to stop, but they had no thought of obeying.
Into a narrow s.p.a.ce between two buildings plunged Frank, telling Harry to follow. Merriwell came to a gate, but he seemed to see it, for all of the intense darkness.
"Over here!" he called to Harry.
They heard the policeman plunge in behind them. Over the gate they scrambled, not daring to pause long enough to find the way it was fastened. Out into a back yard they dashed, hearing the officer run into the gate and grunt as he was flung backward.
There was a high fence around the yard, and it seemed that they might be in a trap.
Frank felt for a clothesline and found it. He seemed to see in the dark.
"Over the fence, Harry--over the fence!" he whispered.
"Come on!"
"In a moment."
"What are you doing?"
"Lowering this line, so it will just catch Mr. Officer under the chin.
Get over the fence."
Rattleton obeyed. He found a place where he could scramble to the top of the fence, and there he sat, calling to Frank:
"Come on--hurry!"
The policeman came out into the yard. It seemed that Merriwell had been waiting for him. Frank started to run, and the officer started after him.
"I have yer now!" grated the policeman.
Frank led him directly toward the clothesline. Just before the line was reached, Frank seemed to stumble and nearly fall. He did it in order to duck under the line.
A triumphant exclamation broke from the officer. It was cut short by another sort of exclamation.
The clothesline caught him under the chin. It snapped his head backward and his heels forward. He went down flat on his back with a terrible thump, and there he lay.
With a triumphant laugh, Frank shinned up the fence and perched on the top beside Rattleton.
The officer was sitting up. He had seen more stars and fireworks than it had ever been his fortune to behold before.
"Ta, ta, old chappie!" tauntingly called Merriwell. "We"ll see you some other evening."
"Stop--stop right where you are!" ordered the policeman, in a bewildered way, looking around for the speaker. "You can"t get away. It"s no use for you to try."
"You"re twisted, old man," laughed Frank. "Good-night, and pleasant dreams! We certainly had you on a string to-night. Ha! ha! ha!"
Then the boys dropped down from the fence into the next yard, made their way to the street, and hastened toward Morey"s.
"Christopher? what a racket!" laughed Rattleton. "Why, I haven"t been in anything like this since I was a freshman."
"It"s good for a fellow once in a while," said Frank. "It stirs up his blood."
"But I was in a hard place when you came to my rescue, Merry. The cop had me pinched, and he said the charge would be larceny. I thought I was in for it."
"I wasn"t going to leave anybody to be locked up."
"You never do, Merry; you always stick. It does me good to see you out on a time like this, for you have not been like yourself in weeks. Now you seem like the old Frank Merriwell."
They reached Morey"s safely. Entering, they discovered nearly all the others of their party there ahead of them.
And Rob Marline was there, drinking whiskey.
As soon as Frank and Harry appeared, the others of the party surrounded them, asking about their adventures.
Bruce Browning was wiping the perspiration from his flushed face, while he growled:
"Haven"t done anything like that for a long time. It was awful! Wouldn"t done it then if it hadn"t been to escape arrest. Caesar"s ghost! think of being arrested."
"I was arrested!" said Rattleton.
"What?" cried the others. "Come again!"
"A cop pinched me."
"No? How did you get away?"
"Merriwell came to my rescue. He didn"t desert me, if the rest of you did. He saw the cop nail me, and he sent his b.u.t.tons flying by running into him. That gave me a chance to skip. I tell you, it took nerve to tackle a cop like that."