The game was up.
His plan to rescue Mabel Dane and her father was set at naught. The brigands led him across the rope bridge, and he was cast into a leaking and vile smelling hut for the night.
Frank’s sensations were not of the pleasantest. But he bore up bravely.
But the next morning he was led from his prison house by an armed guard.
He was placed with his back to a tall palm tree, and an armed guard at fifty paces covered him with their carbines.
Red Muriel stood by with a cruel smile upon his dark face.
“This time, senor,” he said, derisively and vengefully, “no power on earth shall save you. The last time you were lucky enough to make your escape. But this time you die!”
CHAPTER X.
A DRAMATIC MEETING.
The sensations of those on board the Kite when they found that it was falling to the earth with great rapidity can hardly be imagined.
A million things flashed through their minds in a second of time.