But Frank was unharmed, and the unconscious girl was not touched.
Then the steer crashed into the flower barge.
Frank was not dazed by his remarkable escape, and he well knew the peril might not be over.
Like a leaping panther, the boy sprang from the spot, avoiding other mad steers and frantic men and women, darted here and there through the flying throng, and reached a place where he believed they would be safe.
It was a brave and nervy act—the act of a true hero.
The stampeded steers dashed on, and the danger at that point was past. Men and women had been trampled and bruised, but, remarkable though it seemed, when the steers were finally captured or dispatched, it was found that no person had been killed outright.
Men crowded about Frank and the Flower Girl. The lad had placed the girl upon some steps, and he called for water.
"Remove her mask," directed some one. "Give her air."
"Yes, remove her mask!" cried scores of voices.
They were eager to see her face, that they might again recognize the girl who had passed through such peril.