"If you fire, you'll hit this girl!"
Clara gave a shriek.
"Harry!" roared Old King Brady in some dismay.
The men in the doorway dared not fire.
Jean, fearing an attack, plunged across the room in tending to get out of danger in the hall.
"Let me go!" gasped the girl.
"Give up my advantage? Never!" panted the boy, a reckless, daring light gleaming in his eyes.
He was close to the open window.
At a glance he saw a way to escape.
Unaided, he could not expect to arrest these men and the girl, for Old King Brady was rendered powerless.