“Very good. I may be on the same train, but you will not know me. And now I shall lose no time in hastening to Zuera. If you come with me, you may write those letters in her house.”
“I will come. I wish to see her once more and bid her farewell. Lead on, Señor Esparto.”
It did not take the party long to reach the house in which the beautiful bull fighter resided.
They were warmly received, and once again Frank was thanked for what he had done.
“If you ever come over to America you must call upon me,” said Frank, to both the girl and her lover. And he wrote down his home address.
It was arranged that Señor Esparto and Zuera should leave Madrid the next day. Their flight was, of course, a secret one, and their absence was not discovered by their enemies until it proved too late to follow them.
When Frank and Ephraim got back to their hotel they found the professor anxiously awaiting their return.
He had heard ugly rumors, and was afraid the boys were dead.
“We leave for London to-morrow, at seven in the morning,” he said.
And all the argument in the world would not budge him.