“Yes, Inza,” he answered, as he held her close and kept his eyes on the Englishman, whose flushed face had grown white with rage. “It is I.”
“And you have come to—to save me from that horrid wretch?”
“Well, you should know I am ready to do anything in my power for you, Inza. Have I ever failed to respond when you have appealed to me for aid?”
“Never—never, Frank! Don’t let him come near me again! I am afraid of him!”
“Release that young lady!” cried Lord Stanford, his voice hoarse and husky. “Who are you that you dare interfere here?”
He took a step toward Merriwell, but was halted by a look from the Yale lad’s flashing eyes.
“I am the friend of Miss Burrage,” answered Frank; “and I shall protect her from you, sir.”
The Englishman forced a husky laugh.
“That’s a blooming good joke!” he sneered. “Miss Burrage is in her father’s charge, and I scarcely think you will have the impudence to interfere.”
Bernard Burrage looked on in a helpless manner, leaning heavily on his cane.