Wind tip this business of the professor's as soon as you can and then get back on the football job.

If I can help you in any way, call on me." As Frank, after murmuring further thanks, was about to step through the office door, Woo Sing, roustabout Chinaman at the Ophir House, stepped up on the porch with a yellow envelope in his hand.
"Whoosh!" gabbled Woo Sing, his parchmentlike face splitting in a wide grin, "my lookee fo' you, Missul Melliwell." "Is that telegram for me ?" demanded Frank.
"Allee same," answered the Chinaman, passing it over.
Frank tore open the envelope and read the message then, with a long whistle, he returned to put it in Mr.Bradlaugh's hands.

Mr.Bradlaugh read as follows: "FRANK MERRIWELL, JUNIOR, Care Ophir House, Ophir, Ariz., via Gold Hill: "Good work! Watch Borradaile carefully.

Don't let him out of your sight.Important.Letter on the way.
"YOUR FATHER." Mr.Bradlaugh also gave a long whistle as he sank back in his chair thoughtfully and with the message in his hand..