His own position was one of extreme peril, as he very well knew.
“I must get out at once,” he decided. “It would be all up with me if I were seen and recognized by one of that trio.”
Then the very thing which he feared happened, for Kennington Glanworth turned squarely about, saw him, and recognized him!
Glanworth leaped to his feet, as if struck by a red-hot arrow.
“A thousand fiends!” he grated. “It is Merriwell!”
“I had better hustle,” muttered Frank, as he sprang toward the door.
“Stop him!” shouted Glanworth. “Stop that fellow!”
“Hall right, my ’earty,” said a big ruffian, placing himself in Frank’s path. “Has ’e snatched somethink?”
He reached out to grasp the boy.
Frank ducked, avoided the hand, arose quickly, and struck the big man on the chin with terrific force.