“Open it some way—any way!”
“All right—here goes!”
Crash—jingle—jangle!
The boy from Vermont had caught up a chair and smashed the window, breaking out sash, glass and all.
That jangling crash betrayed the boy’s scheme to the mob.
“Stop them!” yelled Gonzalez. “The window—don’t let them get out by the window!”
“Back!” rang out Frank Merriwell’s voice. “If you crowd me I shall shoot!”
Ephraim leaped out through the window, whirling to see if Frank would make the attempt to follow.
From one table to another Frank leaped, and then, doubling up like an acrobat, he sailed through and out into the open air by way of the window.
He struck on his feet, like a cat, and then whirled to see if Esparto was making an effort to escape.