Frank Merriwell's Own Company; Or, Barnstorming in the Middle West

by Burt L. Standish

"Sure thing!"

"We must skip!"

"In a hurry."

"Which way?"

There were steps on the stairs leading to the stage.

Then Frank shouted:

"Help! help! This way! Look out for trouble! Hurry!"

"Satan take him!" hissed Harris. "He has given the alarm!"

Mazarin did not stop an instant, but darted away amid the scenery and disappeared from view in the darkness.