“I’m not going without Daisy Blaney,” muttered Frank, looking round. “Where is she?”
Daisy was found, and the three moved toward the door. No one offered to stop or molest them.
When the street was reached, the woman stopped and put up her revolver. She laughed a little.
“I rather admired you this morning, Mr. Merriwell,” she said. “I found you were too shrewd to be caught in such a trap as we had set for you. But more than ever I admire you now since I have seen you fight a dozen men and nearly prove a match for them all. You are all right, my boy, and you’ll not be troubled again by Queen Mab.”
Then, before Frank could say a word, she whirled about and ran back into the building.
They were standing there in the light from the doorway when there came a cry, and a woman came running up, flinging her arms about the girl.
“Daisy!” she screamed. “My child, I have found you!”
“Mother!” exclaimed the girl, putting her arms round the aged woman and supporting her. “Mr. Merriwell found me and told me you were here, searching for me. Oh, mother, mother! I am so sorry!”
The woman was crying. Between her sobs, she exclaimed:
“Daisy, you will—go back—home? Father is—sorry! He’ll forgive and—forget, if you’ll—come back. I have been distracted! You—you’ll kill me if you don’t—come home! Won’t you come?”