"I will!"
The promise was given with the utmost confidence.
At that moment, however, the ruffian whose wrist Frank had broken, leaped upon the girl and grasped her with his uninjured arm.
"Carramba!" he snarled. "You save-a her? Bah! Fool! You never git-a out with whole skin!"
"Drop her, you dog!" cried Frank, pointing his revolver at the fellow—"drop her, or I'll put a bullet through your head, instead of your wrist!"
"Bah! Shoot! You kill-a her!"
He held the struggling girl before him as a shield.
Like a raging lion, Frank tore at the panel.
The man with the girl swiftly moved back to a door at the farther side of the room. This door he had already unfastened and flung open.
"Adios!" he cried, derisively. "Some time I square wid you for my hand-a! Adios!"