The shock was so great that he remained quite still on his knees for a few moments.
He was aroused by the sound of heavy feet upon the stairs.
Frank sprang up and dashed across the room to the door.
The door leading into the dance-room had been left wide open below. He saw that a number of men had entered the back room, and already two or three were on the stairs. Handsome Charley was at their head.
Frank was trapped!
At once he realized that Cimarron Bill was, beyond a doubt, lying in a pool of his own blood in the dance-room. At last the most desperate and dangerous man-killer of the Southwest had met his master.
Merry had little time, however, to think of anything like this. His own life was in the utmost peril. He drew his revolver, and, with the utmost coolness, put a bullet through Handsome Charley"s right shoulder.
With a cry, the man fell back into the arms of the one directly behind him, and that fellow was upset, so that all were swept in a great crash to the foot of the stairs.
"Perhaps that will hold you for a while!" muttered Frank, as he picked up the iron bar and promptly closed the door at the head of the stairs.
He had seized the bar because he thought it might be a good weapon of defense in case his revolvers should be emptied and he remained in condition to fight. Now he thought of something else, and decided that the bar might do for a prop at the door.
"There ought to be some other way out of this room," he muttered. "Isn"t there even a window?"
Again he struck a match, looking around with the aid of its light.
At the end of the long room in which he found himself he fancied he must find a window. Toward this end of the room he hurried, and another match disclosed to him a window that was hidden by heavy planking. Plainly the planks had been spiked over the window after it was decided to hold June a prisoner in that room.
Down dropped the match, and instantly Frank attacked the planks with the iron bar.
Fortune must have favored him, for had it been light he could not have been more successful. Every stroke was effective, and he began ripping off the planks.
There was wild excitement below, and Merry prayed for a little time. His heart was filled with a hope that Handsome Charley"s fate would be a warning to others, so they would not be eager to rush up the stairs to the door.
In just about one minute he had torn the planks from the window.
Once more he heard men ascending the stairs. Instantly he dashed across the floor, finding the door in the darkness.
"Halt!" he cried savagely, from behind the closed door. "Halt, or I fire!"
Then he sought to prop the door with the iron bar, pressing it down in such a position that it might hold for some moments against an ordinary attack upon it.
"I"ll shoot the first man who tries to open this door!" he shouted.
But he did not remain there to await an effort to open the door. Instead he quickly found the girl in the corner, lifted her limp body, and sought the window once more.
Reaching the window, Frank promptly kicked out sash and gla.s.s with two movements of his foot.
Bang! bang! bang!--sounded heavy blows on the door behind him, but the iron bar was holding well.
Merry swung his leg over the window-ledge. Desperate as he was, he meant to venture a leap from the window to the ground with the girl in his arms.
But just then, pausing to look down, he was amazed and delighted to see below him his four friends, who were on the point of entering the building, led by Bart Hodge. Instantly Frank hailed them.
"Catch her!" he cried, swinging the girl out over the window-ledge, so that they could see her below.
Immediately Bart and Ephraim extended their arms and stood ready.
"Let her come!" shouted Hodge.
Frank dropped the girl, and the two young men clutched at her as she fell directly into their arms.
At that moment the door behind Merry flew open with a slam and the ruffians came bursting into the room.
One of them held a lighted lamp.
The fellow in advance saw Frank in the window and flung up his hand.
There was a loud report and a burst of smoke. When the smoke cleared the window was empty, Frank having disappeared.
"Nailed him!" shouted the ruffian who had fired. "Nailed him for sure!"
He rushed forward to the window and looked down, expecting to discover the body of his victim stretched on the ground. But in this he was disappointed, for neither Frank nor his friends were beneath the window. Into the darkness of the crooked street some dusky figures were vanishing.
Frank had leaped from the window, being untouched by the bullet that fanned his cheek in pa.s.sing. He struck on his feet, but plunged forward on his hands and knees. In a moment he was jerked erect by some one who observed:
"Methinks your parachute must be out of order. You descended with exceeding great violence. What think you if we make haste to depart?"
"Jack!" exclaimed Frank.
"The same," was the a.s.surance, as Ready clutched his arm and started him on the run. "Dear me! I know this strenuous life will yet bring me to my death!"
Ahead of them Frank saw some figures moving hastily away.
"The girl----"
"They"ve got her," a.s.sured Jack. "Old Joe is with them. We"ll talk it over later."
So they ran, well knowing the whole of Sunk Hole would be looking for them within thirty minutes. It did not take them long to come up with Bart, Ephraim, and old Joe.
Behind them there sounded shouts and commands, and it was well the whole of Sunk Hole had been at the dance, else the place must have been aroused so that they would have run into some of its inhabitants. Here and there amid the buildings they dodged until they arrived at the edge of the collection and struck out for the side of the valley, Crowfoot leading.
It was necessary to trust everything to the old Indian. Without him they could not have known with any certainty that they were taking the proper course to enable them to get out of the valley.
The girl was pa.s.sed from one to another as they ran. They did not waste their breath in words.
The old Indian ran with an ease that was astonishing, considering his years.
Looking back, they could see torches moving swiftly here and there through the town, telling that the search for them was being carried on.
Soon they came to a steep gully that led upward, and the ascent was very difficult, even at first. It grew more and more difficult as they ascended, and it became necessary for them to work slowly in the darkness, the girl being pa.s.sed upward from time to time, as one after another took turns at creeping ahead.
Joe did not seem to have much trouble, but he did not bother with the girl. Finally he said: