"How did you happen to be out there?"
"Couldn"t sleep. Went out to get the air."
"Well, let me doctor that b.u.mp. Sit right still; I"ll take care of you."
Merry hurried away, soon returning with a bowl of cool water and a sponge. He also had some sort of soothing liniment.
Hodge returned while Frank was at work over Berlin.
"Managed to calm the girls down and sent them back to bed," he said.
Then he took something from his pocket, clicked it, and looked it over.
"What"s that?" asked Merry.
"My pistol," answered Bart grimly. "I"m going out to look for the gent who did this little job."
"Don"t go alone. Wait till I get Carson fixed, and I"ll be with you."
"And that will give him plenty of time to get away. We"ve given him too much time already, Frank. Don"t worry about me. I"ll take care of myself, and I"ll take care of him if I find him."
Bart went out.
"Are you feeling better, Carson?" questioned Merry.
"Oh, I tell you I"m all right," was the answer, as Berlin tried to force a laugh.
"Who could be prowling round here?" speculated Frank. "I wonder if a burglar was trying to break in."
"That must be it," said Carson quickly. "Did Lizette describe the man?"
"No. She said she barely saw him as he rushed out behind your back and struck you."
"It"s strange that Bessie should----"
Carson checked himself.
"Bessie?" questioned Frank.
"I mean Lizette," Berlin hastened to say. "My thoughts are all in a jumble. Don"t mind me if I get mixed up. I"m all right now, Merry."
"If you need a doctor----"
"I don"t. You"ve done everything a doctor could do."
"Then if you"re all right, I think I"ll go out and look around for Hodge."
Carson rose to his feet a trifle unsteadily.
"I"m going with you," he declared.
"You"d better not," Merry advised.
"I must--I want to."
"You"re still weak."
"Oh, no; I"m strong enough. Just see, Frank, I can walk all right."
"Come on, then," said Merriwell.
All around the grounds they searched, finally finding Hodge, who stated that he had seen no trace of any one.
"The rascal made good his escape," said Frank. "I"ll notify the sheriff first thing in the morning. A while ago there were some burglaries in surrounding towns. Perhaps the crooks have decided to operate in Bloomfield."
"And it was natural they should pick out your house first, Merry," said Carson.
They turned toward the house and paused again beneath the very tree where Berlin had stood when he heard the mingled voices of Lizette and the unknown man. As Frank and Hodge were talking, Carson turned away and walked a short distance toward the house. Stepping out from beneath the trees, he looked up.
In an open upper window a face appeared, distinctly shown by the moonlight.
It was Lizette.
He gazed up at her, and she looked down at him. Then she leaned forth from the window, lifted one hand and pressed a finger to her lips.
He understood the signal and nodded.
She vanished, and he saw her no more that night.
CHAPTER XV.
KIDNAPED!
The following day Lizette seemed strangely overcome--almost prostrated--by what she claimed she had beheld from her window the previous night. Professing that she was quite ill, she kept to her room a great deal, permitting Maggie to care for the baby.
Carson was restless and nervous, and in his face his friends observed a strange look of eagerness, which at times gave place to an expression of triumph or of doubt. His injury proved to be comparatively slight.
Frank reported the presence of the prowler and the attack on Carson to the local authorities.
Somehow an atmosphere of unrest and uncertainty, a sensation of expectation in the face of some unforeseen calamity, seemed to hover over Merry Home.
It was nearly mid-afternoon, and Inza was on the veranda, with Elsie near, when Maggie appeared, looking puzzled and frightened.
"Shure, ma"am," she said, "Oi wish ye"d come up and take a peep at the choild."