The wretches seemed to forget all about Frank Reade, Jr., or anything else, and fled for their lives.
The brigands, Red Muriel with the rest, were fleeing for safety to the cover of a cavern near at hand.
But across the plateau there ran a slender, girlish form.
It was Mabel Dane.
“Mr. Reade, we are saved! Thank Heaven for that!”
“Amen!” cried Frank. “You will now be able to rejoin the man you love.”
With a quick movement she cut the young inventors bonds.
Then she rushed to the door of one of the brigand’s huts and burst it in.
The guard at the door had fled. Out came a tall, fine-looking man of elderly cast. He was Henry Dane, the father of the plucky young girl who had dared to invade the Andean wilds in quest of the man she loved.
Behind him came the six Peruvians who had been of the party, and who had been held as well for ransom.