Then Frank turned and plunged headlong from the bridge into the dark Quinnepiac River!
CHAPTER XXXII.
THE HORRORS OF REMORSE.
“He’s gone!”
Diamond panted the exclamation as he leaned over and looked down.
“Here are the cops! Run!”
This warning came from Rattleton, who snatched up Frank’s coat and took to his heels. Bruce rose quickly, assisted by Griswold, and, seeing the dark forms approaching, he also hastened from the bridge.
Griswold caught hold of Diamond and dragged him from the edge, crying in his ear:
“Merry is all right. He can swim like a fish. We can’t stay to be nipped by the cops. We must get away and find a boat. That is the best way to help him.”
The Virginian realized instantly that this was true, and he followed the little fellow from the bridge.