Can't you get some one in a hurry, run up here and jump on the parties?
_Please_ do, Dick! It'll be the means of clearing up this whole awful business!" "Won't I, though ?" answered Dick, breathlessly, into the 'phone.
"I have two chums here now.

We'll be there like greased lightning---and, oh, Miss Bentley, _thank_ you!" Neither Dave nor Greg needed to ask any questions, for both had stood close to the receiver, drinking in every word.

Now they shot out through the front of the store with a speed and turbulence that made studious Mr.Prescott gasp with amazement.
"Careful, now, fellows!" warned Dick a few moments later.

"We want to _hear_, as well as _catch_! Softly does it." Well practiced in running, not one of the three freshmen was out of breath by the time that they reached the head of Stetson's Alley.
Just before turning the corner at the head of the alley, Dick and his freshmen chums halted to listen and reconnoiter.
Peeping cautiously around the corner, Dick, Greg and Dave made out dimly one figure well down the alley.

There was not light enough there to recognize the fellow.