“Well, that’s what I call luck!” muttered the young Virginian.
“What do you call luck?” asked Rattleton.
“The appearance of that skeleton horse and rider in time to scare the Indians and give us a chance to get away.”
“Oh!” said Harry, sarcastically, “I didn’t know but it was Merry’s return. I told you he would not desert us.”
“I wonder how he happened to come back just then?”
“He came back because he was watching for an opportunity to help us, and he saw we had a splendid chance to get away while the redskins were scared by the appearance of the horse and rider. You ought to know him well enough to know he is not the fellow to desert his friends in a scrape like this.”
Diamond was silent.
“I wonder where Frank is?” said Browning. “He said he would join us, and he is——”
“Right here, old man,” said a cheerful voice, as a flying bicycle brought Merriwell out of the darkness to Browning’s side. “This way, fellows! We’ll hit the pass and get out of here as soon as we can.”
“Lawd bress yeh, Marser Frank!” cried Toots, joyfully. “I didn’t know’s I’d see yeh no mo’, boy!”