Still Frank was silent. Now he held his watch in his hand his eyes fastened upon it. Montgomery Avenue was reached, and they turned into it.
At the corner of the next street they nearly ran down another carriage. By a sharp turn to the right, the driver whirled alongside of the cab into which he had nearly crashed.
Looking from the window, Frank gazed directly into the window of the other cab.
A cry escaped his lips:
“Inza—there she is!”
There was an answering cry, and the face of a beautiful girl appeared at the window of the other cab.
“Frank!” she almost screamed. “Frank, is it you?”
Then a pair of hands grasped her, and pulled her back from view.
But Frank had seen enough, and now his very heart was on fire with excitement. Inza—he had found her.