young girl had fallen from her bicycle. She seemed to be stunned, and the car was rushing upon her swiftly, although the frantic motorman was banging the gong and twisting away at the brake with all his strength.
Cries of horror went up from twenty persons who witnessed the downfall of the girl, for it looked as if the car must pass directly over her.
Quick as thought Frank Merriwell sprang to save the imperiled girl. Two panther-like bounds took him to the car track, and he stooped to lift her.
Again there were cries of horror, for it seemed that the car must knock him down, and that two lives instead of one would be crushed out beneath the wheels. Women on the street turned their heads away that they might not witness the awful tragedy.
It did not seem that Frank paused in his rush, although he stooped, caught hold of the girl, lifted her and bore her on. He snatched her up in a manner that utterly bewildered every person who witnessed the act, and then, as the car seemed sure to strike him, with one of those wonderful leaps, he cleared the track, holding the girl in his arms.
He felt the car brush his elbow, but that was all. He was not harmed, and the girl was safe in his arms, although her wheel was crushed beneath the wheels of the car.
People came rushing toward them from all directions, but Frank did not mind them at that moment. He looked down at the pale face of the panting girl.
"Miss Macey!" he exclaimed.
It was the pretty, roguish-eyed girl to whom he had been introduced by Landlord Drayben.
"You are not hurt, are you?" he asked.