Merriwell was writing another message, directed to Bernard Burrage, assuring him of the safety of Inza and asking that this fact and the fact that he and Bart were also safe be communicated at once to their friends at the hotel and elsewhere.
"That will fix things up all right," he remarked, as the operator began to click off the message.

"Of course, we can't know all the particulars until later; but it is enough to know that none of our friends are lost, and to be able to let them know that we are all right." "You bet!" Bart cried.

"This is great! I was mighty anxious, I tell you." "And I was simply crazy!" Inza exclaimed.
The relief to their feelings was so great that the hardships of their recent experience seemed to be at once forgotten, and they became almost happy.

They could not be quite happy, for the news of the murder of Barney Mulloy still cast its shadow.
"When does the next boat leave for New York ?" Frank asked of the operator.
"To-morrow noon." "We can drive through to Sea Cove ?" "Yes." "And when does a train leave Sea Cove ?" "To-morrow at six-forty-five and ten-thirty." As they were very tired, it was decided, therefore, that they would remain in Glen Springs until early the next morning, when they would drive to Sea Cove, make inquiries there about Barney, and take the ten-thirty train.

The hotel at Glen Springs was small, but it looked clean and inviting.
"What do you know about the murder of a young Irishman named Barney Mulloy, by tramps near Sea Cove, day before yesterday ?" Merry inquired.
"Only what the papers said," was the operator's answer.
"And no one else in the village can tell us ?" "I think not." The hotel was in the suburbs, having a view of the sea, and was really a summer hotel more than anything else.