It is only his need for traveling in light marching
order that made him so moderate in the tax he levied."
"It's only an incident," continued Dr. Bentley. "And I am glad
of it. It shows that the young scamp is still in this neighborhood,
and that means that there is still a fair chance of his being
captured."
"I wonder why he stole one particular drug from your case?" Dick
mused aloud.
Dr. Bentley smiled, not relieving Prescott's curiosity as to the
name of the missing drug.
"It can't be that Tag means to commit suicide, as a last resort,
can it?" Dick suggested.
"I think not," smiled Dr. Bentley.
Then the leader of Dick & Co. gave up further effort along this
line to secure the desired information.
"I started in to offer you a suggestion, Prescott," continued
the medical man.
"Yes, sir; it had something to do with training, I believe."
"Before I tell you what I have to say, Prescott, suppose you put
each of your 'men' through the stunts they were doing before."
"Which one first, sir?"
"Any one of the young men."
"Dave!" called Dick.
Darrin stepped forward.
"One moment," said Dr. Bentley. He felt Dave's pulse, then nodded.
"Go ahead, Darrin."
Dave started in with the work.
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