“Here!” he screamed, hobbling toward Frank, and holding out a slip of paper. “Read that!”
Frank took it, and read:
“I can forgive all my enemies but one, and that is Frank Merriwell. I have stayed near him as long as I can, but I can’t leave Nellie, so I take her with me.
“Old Joe.”
That was enough to set Frank’s blood on fire.
“Are they gone?” he cried.
“Yes! yes!” sobbed the lame lad, wringing his hands.
“Yes; I went to see if I could not earn some money. Nellie said she was not afraid of him, and I left them together. When I came back they were gone, and that note was here. Oh, Frank, it is terrible! My poor little, blind sister!”
“We will find her,” said Frank, growing calm.
“How?”