Frank Merriwell was there, seated in an easy-chair, calmly looking over the Buletin de los Toros!
Both Ephraim and the professor came near fainting. They stopped in the doorway and stared, open-mouthed, at the boy.
“Come in,” called Frank, cheerfully. “I trust you have enjoyed yourselves very much?”
“Whoop!” shouted the boy from Vermont. “It’s him!”
“It is!” roared the professor, delightedly. “It certainly is!”
Ephraim lunged forward and caught the hand of his companion and friend, giving it a squeeze that flattened Frank’s fingers.
“Hang my eyesight!” he cried. “We never expected to find yeou here!”
“We thought they had carried you to prison,” said Scotch.
Frank laughed.
“And so they might but for Señorita Zuera,” he declared. “She interceded for me, declaring that I had saved her life, and I was released on one condition.”