"That settles it, gentlemen. If you know the young lady, I have nothing more to say."
The young man instantly lifted the Flower Queen in his arms. As he did so she opened her eyes, and Frank saw she was looking straight at his face.
Then came a staggering surprise for the boy from the North. He saw the girl's lips part, and he distinctly heard her faintly exclaim:
"Frank Merriwell!"
Frank fell back a step, then started forward.
"You—you know me?" he cried.
Quick as a flash, the youth with the dark face passed the girl to the man with the white mustache and imperial, and the latter bore her through the throng to a carriage.
Frank would have followed, but the dark-faced youth blocked the way, saying, harshly:
"Hold on! You did her a service. How much do I owe you?"
"Stand aside!" came sharply from Frank's lips. "She knows me—she spoke my name! I must find out who she is!"