Then another voice was heard outside, and it was that of Morgan himself.
“Break down the door!” he commanded. “Merriwell is in there! Break it down!”
“Remember my instructions, Dick,” said Frank, as he coolly turned and opened a window. “Just hold this window a moment.”
On the door there fell a crashing blow.
“That’s right!” growled Buckhart, who remained immovable. “I hope you don’t damage yourself in doing it.”
Frank balanced himself on the window ledge, glancing downward.
“Remember, Dick,” he said again.
Crash, crash! fell the blows upon the door. It could not withstand such shocks, and the hinges began to break clear.
“I am good for four seconds more!” grated Brad, maintaining his position.
Frank made a light spring outward and dropped. It was more than fifteen feet to the ground, but he landed like a cat upon his feet, turned to wave his hand to Dick, and disappeared round the corner.