"In the attic room," one of his lieutenants indicated.
"I'd like to take a look at him," added Del Mar, just about to turn and leave the room.
As he did so, he happened to glance at one of the windows. There, peering through the broken shutters, was a face—a girl's face—Elaine!
"Just what I wanted guarded against," he cried angrily, pointing at the window. "Now—get her!"
The men had sprung up at his alarm. They could all see her and with one accord dashed for the door. Elaine sprang back and they ran as they saw that she was warned. In genuine fear now she too ran from the window. But it was too late.
For just then the sentry who had taken Del Mar's horse came from behind the building cutting off her retreat. He seized her just as the other men ran out. Elaine stared. She could make nothing of them. Even Del Mar, in his goggles and breathing mask was unrecognizable.
"Take her inside," he ordered disguising his voice. Then to the sentry he added, "Get on guard again and don't let any one through."
Elaine was hustled into the big deserted hallway of the hotel, just as the tramp had been.
"You may go back to work," Del Mar signed to the other men, who went on, leaving one short but athletic looking fellow with Del Mar and Elaine.
"Lock her up, Shorty," ordered Del Mar, "and bring the other prisoner to me down here."