The professor was eager to get away, but Frank would not stir, and the professor found it quite useless to argue.
“Well,” he sighed, “I suppose you will stay, and the chances are that you will get into some other scrape before I can get you away.”
“Ah!” cried Ephraim; “that was a great trick yeou done, Frank! Haow in the world did you ever kill that bull with one jab?”
“It was an accident,” was the modest reply. “I had to do something, and I caught up the sword to defend myself. When the bull rushed at me, I drove the sword for his neck, and I happened to hit the vital spot. A fortunate accident, that’s all.”
“It was nerve and skill, b’gosh!” cried the lad from Vermont. “Can’t make me b’lieve it was any accident.”
There came a knock at the door. The professor and Ephraim looked at each other in alarm.
“I told you!” gasped the little man. “They’ve come to arrest you now!”
“Ephraim, open the door,” directed Frank.
Ephraim suddenly braced up, strode across the room and flung open the door.
Señorita Zuera stood there!