END OF THE SEARCH.
Like a cat, Frank alighted on his feet, and he was ready for anything the moment he struck the ground.
There was no longer any fighting beneath the tree. The struggling ma.s.s had melted to two dark figures, one of which was stretched on the ground, while the other bent over it.
Frank sprang forward and caught the kneeling one by the shoulder.
"What has become of her?" he demanded, fiercely.
The man looked up, astonished.
It was Colonel La Salle Vallier!
"Yo", sah?" he exclaimed.
"You?" cried Frank.
Then the boy recovered, again demanding:
"What has become of Miss Burrage? She was here a moment ago."
The colonel looked around in a dazed way, slowly saying:
"Yes, sah, she was here, fo" Mistah Raymon" heard her voice, and he rushed in to save her."
"Raymond? Where is he?"
"Here, sah."
The colonel motioned toward the silent form on the ground, and Frank bent forward to peer into the white, ghastly face.
It was, indeed, Rolf Raymond.
"Dead?" fluttered Frank.
"Dead!" replied Colonel Vallier.
"He was killed in the struggle?"
"He was stabbed at the ver" start, sah. The knife must have struck his heart."
"Merciful goodness!" gasped the boy, horrified. "And how came he here?"
"We were searching fo" Manuel Mazaro, sah. Mistah Raymon" did not trus"
the rascal, and he believed Mazaro might know something about Miss Burrage. Mazaro is ready fo" anything, and he knew big money would be offered fo" the recovery of the young lady, so he must have kidnaped her. We knew where to find Mazaro, though he did not suppose so, and we came here. As we approached, we saw some figures beneath this tree. Then we heard a feminine cry fo" help, and we rushed in here, sah. That"s all, except that Mistah Raymon" rushed to his death, and the rascals have escaped."
"They have escaped with the girl--carried her away!"
"But they will not dare keep her now, sah."
"Why not?"
"Because they are known, and the entire police of the city will be after them."
"What will they do with her?"
"I don"t know, but I do not think they will harm her, sah."
"What was she to Rolf Raymond?"
"His affianced bride, sah."
"Well, she will not marry him now," said Frank; "but I am truly sorry that the fellow was killed in such a dastardly manner."
"So am I, sah," confessed the queer colonel. "He has been ver" valuable to me. It will be a long time before I find another like him."
Frank did not understand that remark then, but he did afterward, when he was told that Colonel Vallier was a professional card sharp, and had bled Rolf Raymond for many thousands of dollars. This explained the singular friendship between the sharp old rascal and the young man.
More than that, Frank afterward learned that Colonel Vallier was not a commissioned officer, had never been such, but had a.s.sumed the t.i.tle.
In many ways the man tried to imitate the Southern gentleman of the old school, but, as he was not a gentleman at heart, he was a sad failure.
All at once Frank remembered Barney, and that he had promised to stand by the Irish lad.
"Great Scott!" he cried. "Barney Mulloy is in there with that gang of raging wolves!"
"Nivver a bit av it, Frankie," chirped a cheerful voice. "Oi am here."
Down from the tree swung the fighting Irish lad, dropping beside his comrade.
"Th" craythers didn"t feel loike comin" up th" shtairs inny more,"
Barney explained. "They seemed to hiv enough sport fer wan avenin".
Somebody shouted somethin" to thim, an" away they wint out doors, so I took to lookin" fer yez, me b"y."
"And you found me?"
"Oi looked out av th" windy, an" hearrud yer voice. Thot"s whoy Oi came down. Phat has happened out here, Oi dunno?"
Frank hastily explained.
"Well, it"s the avil wan"s oun luck!" exclaimed Barney. "But av we shtay here, Frankie, it"s pinched we"ll be by the police as will be afther getting around boy and boy. We"d betther take a sneak."
"Inza----"
"She ain"t here inny more, me lad, an" so ye moight as well go."
"You are right. Come on."