“Blessings on that aunt!”
“Wait a bit! wait a bit!”
Frank showed alarm.
“Don’t tell me she could not find her aunt, or that the woman refused to aid her!”
“Nayther thing happened. It war loike this: Another stamer sailed fer San Francisco the day afther us.”
“What of that?”
“It wur a fasther stamer than th’ one we wur on, Frankie.”
Merriwell’s fears were fully aroused.
“Go on! go on!” he cried.
“Av course her fayther an’ th’ Inglish lord diskivered she had run away, an’ they found out she had taken a stamer.”