"Mr. Bronson," he wrote. "Get a horse quick, and a man, and drive to the cave at the foot of Spy mountain. Gibbs and Montgomery have gone there to tear up the check and other papers. I'm following them. Fred." It was several minutes before he could find a boy to deliver the note. When he did, he set out in pursuit of his father's enemies, whom he kept in sight, creeping behind stone walls and fences, that he himself might not be seen. Handing the note to Mrs. Markham, the lawyer bade the messenger boy guide him to the livery stable, where he hired a two-seated wagon and a driver. "Take me to the nearest justice of the peace," he directed. "Si Newcomb's the only justice in Baxter," replied the man. "Then get out to his house as fast as possible." "What brings you back?" asked the old man, as he saw the lawyer enter the house. "Come into your office." And as the justice led him into a side room, Mr. Bronson continued: "I want to swear out a warrant charging Charles Gibbs with forgery." Amazed, Mr. Newcomb asked for evidence, which the lawyer quickly outlined, ending up by relating the conversation Fred had overheard. "Always said Charlie was too all-fired cute," commented the justice, as he made out the warrant. "Shall you want me at the bank?" "Surely. Only as it's two now, we'd better say at three. Where is the nearest constable?" "Hen Jenkins, right side of the bank. He's----" But Mr. Bronson was out of the house and in the carriage before the justice could finish the sentence. Fortunately, the constable was at home, and, after looking at the warrant, he readily accompanied the lawyer. "Now, let's see what good those horses are," said Mr. Bronson to the driver, as he and Jenkins seated themselves in the carriage. "How long will it take you to reach the cave at Spy mountain?" "Twenty minutes." "Make it fifteen, and I'll give you five dollars," exclaimed the lawyer. Eager to win the bonus, the driver urged his horses to the utmost, and in just fourteen minutes he drew rein at the end of the road leading to the cave. "They're only just inside the rocks! They're quarrelling!" exclaimed Fred, emerging from the bushes where he had been hiding. With the constable in front, Mr. Bronson, Fred and the driver hastened along the path. At the sound of footsteps, the president of the bank and Gibbs looked up. "Charlie Gibbs, I arrest you in the name of the law!" shouted Jenkins, melodramatically. Bitterly the man protested, but before the cold facts uttered by Mr. Bronson, he grew silent. "What time is it?" asked Fred. "Two forty-five," replied the lawyer. "Can--can I go to the game?" "Yes, I'll drive you." "You needn't. I can get a horse from Farmer Brown, and ride in quicker." And like a flash, the boy was away. CHAPTER XXV ANOTHER VICTORY--CONCLUSION Obtaining the horse without trouble, Fred galloped toward the campus.