Frank Merriwell's Athletes Part 8

Still Frank was silent. Now he held his watch in his hand his eyes fastened upon it. Montgomery Avenue was reached, and they turned into it.

At the corner of the next street they nearly ran down another carriage.

By a sharp turn to the right, the driver whirled alongside of the cab into which he had nearly crashed.

Looking from the window, Frank gazed directly into the window of the other cab.

A cry escaped his lips:

"Inza-there she is!"

There was an answering cry, and the face of a beautiful girl appeared at the window of the other cab.

"Frank!" she almost screamed. "Frank, is it you?"

Then a pair of hands grasped her, and pulled her back from view.

But Frank had seen enough, and now his very heart was on fire with excitement. Inza-he had found her.

CHAPTER V-TO THE RESCUE

Both Frank and Barney saw that a struggle was going on in the other cab.

They could hear Inza crying for some one to let her go, and the sound of her voice made Frank more desperate than ever.

"The scoundrel!" he panted, trying to tear open the door and spring out.

"I'd like to choke the breath of life out of him! If he harms her, I will."

"Thot's roight, me b'y!" shouted Barney. "We'll give it to th'

spalpeen!"

Then the driver of the other cab whipped up his horses, and away they dashed getting in ahead of the one carrying Frank and Barney.

"They are making for the harbor!" grated Frank. "That is how it happens we came upon them."

"Roight again, as ye always are," agreed Barney.

Frank thrust his head out of the window and shouted to the driver.

"After them! after them! Don't let them get away, on your life!"

"After who?" asked the driver.

"That cab!" flashed back Frank. "Are you dazed or drunk? Whip up, man-whip up!"

"They didn't do nothing," declared the driver. "It was me who came near running into them."

"Hang it!" burst from Merriwell. "I don't care about that! I want you to follow them!"

"What for?" asked the driver.

"Because I tell you to, you stupid blockhead!" Frank almost roared. "It will be worth ten dollars to you if you keep them in sight."

"I will do it or kill my horses!" declared the man.

The other cab had obtained quite a start while Frank was urging the driver to start in pursuit.

"It's a hot toime we're in fer, me b'y," said Barney.

"It's a hot chase I propose to give them," came determinedly from Merriwell's lips. "Fortune has favored us, and now we must not let them get away."

"Pwhat do yez mane to do afther ye catch thim?"

"Don't know now. I'll be able to tell better when we catch them."

"It's Inza's father thot's in th' cab."

"It was not her father that pulled her back from view."

"Whoy?"

"Because he has not the strength to handle her with such ease. The last time I saw him he was a weak and broken old man."

"It's betther he is now, Frankie. Thravel sames to hiv' done th' ould duck good, so it does."

"It is probable that both her father and Lord Stanford are in that cab."

"An' it's not yesilf thot will think av throying to take th' girrul away from her fayther, is it?"

"I don't know," said Frank, his face hard and stern. "In this free country fathers who try to force their daughters into odious marriages are not popular, and, should I be arrested for interfering, it is almost certain I would have the sympathy of the public."

He looked out of the window and urged the driver not to lose sight of the other cab if he had to kill his horses in pursuing.

"Kill both your horses if necessary!" he cried. "I can pay for them!

Remember it is ten dollars anyway if you keep them in sight."

"They'll not lose me," declared the driver, shouting to make his voice heard above the rattling rumble of wheels.

At the very next corner the cab in advance swung sharply around into Beach Street, and now they were in sight of the bay that was but a few blocks away.

The driver of the pursuing cab attempted to make a sharp turn at the corner, but he did not do it skillfully, and a catastrophe occurred.

Over went the cab!

Crash-smash!