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Barney was close behind Frank!
"How in the world did you get here?" cried our hero, in great astonishment.
"Oi climbed the tray, me b'y."
"The tree? What tree?"
"Th' willey tray as shtands forninst th' corner av th' house, Frankie."
"But that does not explain how you came here at my side."
"There was a windy open, an' Oi shlipped in by th' windy."
"Well, you're a dandy, Barney!"
"An' ye're a birrud, Frankie. What koind av a muss hiv ye dhropped into now, Oi'd loike ter know?"
"A regular ruction. I heard a girl shout for help, and I knocked over two or three chaps, Mazaro included, on my way to her aid."
"Where is she now, b'y?"
"In here," said Frank, pointing through the broken panel. "She is the missing Queen of Flowers! There she is, Barney! See here!"
Then Frank obtained a fair look at the girl's face, staggered, clutched Barney, and shouted:
"Look! By heavens! It is not strange she knew me, for we both know her!
She is Inza Burrage!"
CHAPTER XXIII.
FIGHTING LADS.
While attending school at Fardale Military Academy, Frank had met and become acquainted with a charming girl by the name of Inza Burrage. They had been very friendly--more than friendly; in a boy and girl way, they were lovers.
After leaving Fardale and starting to travel, Frank had written to Inza, and she had answered. For a time the correspondence had continued, but, at last, Frank had failed to receive any answers to his letters. He wrote again and again, but never a line came from Inza, and he finally decided she had grown tired of him, and had taken this method of dropping him.
Frank was proud and sensitive, and he resolved to forget Inza. This was not easy, but he thought of her as little as possible, and never spoke of her to any one.
And now he had met her in this remarkable manner. Some fellow had written him from Fardale that Mr. Burrage had moved from the place, but no one seemed to know whither he had gone. Frank had not dreamed of seeing Inza in New Orleans, but she was the mysterious Queen of Flowers, and, for some reason, she was in trouble and peril.
Although dazed by his astonis.h.i.+ng discovery, the boy quickly recovered, and he felt that he could battle with a hundred ruffians in the defense of the girl beyond the broken door.
Barney Mulloy seemed no less astonished than Frank.
"Be me soul! it is thot la.s.sie!" he cried.
"Inza! Inza!" shouted Frank, through the broken panel.
She heard him.
"Frank! Frank! Save me!"
"I will!"
The promise was given with the utmost confidence.
At that moment, however, the ruffian whose wrist Frank had broken, leaped upon the girl and grasped her with his uninjured arm.
"_Carramba!_" he snarled. "You save-a her? Bah! Fool! You never git-a out with whole skin!"
"Drop her, you dog!" cried Frank, pointing his revolver at the fellow--"drop her, or I'll put a bullet through your head, instead of your wrist!"
"Bah! Shoot! You kill-a her!"
He held the struggling girl before him as a s.h.i.+eld.
Like a raging lion, Frank tore at the panel.
The man with the girl swiftly moved back to a door at the farther side of the room. This door he had already unfastened and flung open.
"_Adios!_" he cried, derisively. "Some time I square wid you for my hand-a! _Adios!_"
"Th' spalpanes are comin' up th' shtairs again, Frankie!" cried Barney, in the ear of the desperate boy at the door.
Frank did not seem to hear; he was striving to break the stout panel so that he could force his way through the opening.
"Frank! Frank! they're coming up th' shtairs!"
"Let them come!"
"They'll make mince mate av us!"
"I must follow her!"
"Well, folly, av ye want to!" shouted the Irish lad. "Oi'm goin' to shtop th' gang!"
Crack! The panel gave. Crack! splinter! smas.h.!.+ Out came a long strip, which Frank flung upon the floor.
Barney caught it up and whirled toward the stairs.
The desperadoes were coming with a rush--they were well up the stairs.
In another moment the leading ruffian would have reached the second floor.
"Get back, ye gossoons! Down, ye haythen! Take thot, ye b.l.o.o.d.y pirates!"