The revolutionist had seized the opportunity, caught up a chair, and cleared a path to the door with the weapon. He sprang out by the door as Frank turned to look back.
“All right!” half laughed the boy, whose usual daring, in a time of deadly danger, was now fully displayed, making him seem utterly reckless. “Adios, my Spanish friends! You are very easy indeed! We will see you later—nit!”
Then he caught hold of Ephraim, hissing:
“Skip, old man—skip swiftly!”
A man came leaping to their side, softly crying:
“If the young Americans would escape, let them follow me. Otherwise they will be sure to run into the hands of officers and be arrested. Come!”
Frank recognized the voice of Esparto.
Pursuers were coming after the revolutionist, crying loudly.
“Come on, Ephraim!” said Frank.
Away they went after the friendly Spaniard, who could run like a deer. He darted into a narrow passage between two buildings, sprang in at a doorway, with the boys at his heels, led them up one flight of stairs and down another, brought them into a street that was poorly lighted, turned several corners, and then passed through yet another building.