He almost drove them from the room, closing and fastening the door. Then he turned and made a signal to the creature with the terrible hands.
With a horrid, inarticulate sound, the creature sprang on the captive and fastened those deadly fingers on his throat!
CHAPTER XXXII.
OUT OF PERIL—CONCLUSION.
Crash! jangle! crash!
The window was shattered in a moment, and a boy came leaping through the opening, and landed in the room amid a shower of falling glass.
Durant had whirled like a cat, his revolver ready for use.
He saw the face of the boy that came through the window, and it filled him with astonishment and fear.
“Zat dev-val boy!” he gasped. “Hees not dead!”
“Not yet!” returned Frank. “I am rather lively for a dead boy.”