Many voices were heard, calling, ordering, cursing.
Dinsmore rushed in from the front.
“Heaven!” he gasped, “the governor’s voice. He’s calling for help. After him, Nick, and rescue him.”
Together they made for the side door.
They overtook some of the gang there and Nick laid them flat with giant blows from his fists.
Then they went on.
Over a fence at a little distance a number of men were seen climbing.
A pistol shot from Nick dropped one.
The rest ran on.
Nick and Dinsmore dashed off in pursuit, their one hope being to rescue the governor, who had foolishly tried to do his own detective work.