"It's nivver a bit Oi worry about thot, Frankie. G'wan!"
Through the panel Frank forced his way. As soon as he was within the room he ran for the door through which the ruffian had dragged Inza.
Frank knew that the fellow might be waiting just beyond the door, knife in hand, and he sprang through with his revolver held ready for instant use.
There was no light in the room, but the light from the lamp in the adjoining room shone in at the doorway.
Frank looked around, and, to his dismay, he could see no one.
"Are they gone?" he asked himself. "If so, whither?"
It was not long before he was convinced that the room was empty of any living being save himself.
The Spanish ruffian and the unfortunate girl had disappeared.
"Oh, confound the infernal luck!" raved the boy. "He has escaped with her! But I did my best, and I followed as soon as possible."
Then he remembered that he had promised Inza he would save her, and it wrung a groan from his lips.