the ground floor of the hotel and hurried outside.
"Oh, I am so glad I found you all together!" vried Dora, panting for breath. "Come quick"'
"Where to?" queried Dick.
"Down the road about half a mile. We just saw that Jerry Koswell and Bart Larkspur, and they are having a quarrel with a man who acts as if he was half intoxicated."
"It must be Henry Parwick!" ejaculated Tom.
"Yes, his name is Parwick," said Dora. "We heard Koswell mention it."
"Where are they?" asked Sam as the whole party hurried down the main street and out of Ashton, Dora leading the way.
"They are at a cottage where an old woman named Brice lives. We were going to stop for a drink of water when we heard voices, and saw the young men. Then Nellie and Grace heard them mention you, and they asked me to come here and get you just as quickly as possible. They sa4d they would remain, and, if possible, hear what it was all about."
"I think we are on the right track!" cried Dick joyfully. "Maybe matters will come to a head quicker than we imagined."
"Dick, you stay with Dora!" cried Tom. "Come on, Sam!" And off the two brothers
