Ahead there came the sound of rapid steps. Then the sounds of a slight
scuffle, followed by Don Melville's undoubted tones, shouting:

"Run, Benson! He'll never catch you now!"

"How on earth does Don Melville know I'm here?" quivered Jack, stopping
short.




CHAPTER XII

THE CAPITALIST DOESN'T LIKE THE SITUATION


Someone was dashing through the woods straight at Jack Benson.

Almost immediately there came the yell, in baffled rage:

"Confound you, Don Melville! I'll settle with you for this!"

"That's Mr. Farnum's voice!" throbbed the real Jack, all agog with
wonder.

Immediately there dashed between the trees a panting boy in a uniform
identically like Benson's.

"That you, Hal?" shouted the real Jack.