“I’ll have none of this in my house!” grated the innkeeper, and he unhesitatingly placed himself in front of Buckhart, who was thus prevented from using his weapon in case he wished to do so.
Dick took a step toward Bunol.
The Spanish youth saw his opportunity. He did not wait for Merriwell to again lay hands on him. Instead of that, with two pantherish bounds he crossed the floor, and another bound carried him, doubled into a compact ball, straight at a window.
There was a great crashing and jangling of glass as the desperate young villain shot through the window, carrying out sash and panes.
[CHAPTER XIII.—PROFESSOR GUNN’S WILD RIDE.]
Strange and unusual things were happening at Robin Hood Tavern that night. Perhaps not since the days of the famous outlaw himself had such blood-stirring events happened on that particular spot.
Professor Gunn held up his hands in consternation as the impetuous young Texas hurled himself crashing through the door.
“Dear me! dear me!” gasped Zenas. “What a boy! what a boy! Impossible to restrain him! Impossible to refine him! Sometimes he acts like other people, but at other times——Eh? What’s that?”
The old pedagogue heard the cry that caused Brad to gather himself and go bounding recklessly down the dark stairs.
“Sounded peculiar!” whispered Zenas, listening at the door. “I don’t like it! I fear something is wrong!”