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They seemed quite absorbed in each other's company, and not even Inza's ringing laugh, as she sped past with Paul Rains, caused either of them to glance up. At first Inza had not minded Frank's attentions to May, but, as time slipped away, and they still clung together, laughing, chatting, and minding no one else, she began to grow uneasy.
These questions presented themselves to the boy for consideration, and he remembered how, on hearing the name, the stranger had confessed that it was unfamiliar to him. Frank was thinking deeply of these things, when a familiar voice called: "Hello, Frank! Are you going past without speaking?" He started and looked up, finding himself in front of Inza's home.
The memory of his own desperation and distress on learning that Inza Burrage had fallen into the power of Del Norte caused him to twist and turn on the bed. Only for O'Toole, he might have been baffled in following Inza's captors. Through the acquaintance and friendship of O'Toole with Red Ben, Del Norte's Indian guide, had come the rescue of Inza.
In that instant Frank Merriwell's strong right arm had sent the stranger, with one great surge, reeling to his knees some feet from the water's edge, and then his left arm encircled Inza's waist and drew her from the perilous spot. She was white as the mist that rose in a great cloud close at hand. "Inza!" cried Merry chokingly. "Thank Heaven you had presence of mind and dodged!"
"By Heaven!" cried Frank, "if a hair of Inza's head is harmed the guilty wretch shall pay the penalty with his life!" There are two large, heavily wooded islands in Lake Placid. Into a little cove of the northern island Red Ben ran his canoe.
And there was a great handshaking and much exclaiming over his appearance. "I salute the little mother!" said the Westerner, as he bent over Inza's hand and kissed it. "And the bride, too!" he exclaimed, as he greeted Elsie. "Merriwell, Hodge, let me shake hands with you again! My grip must say the things my lips cannot." "Where's the baby?" questioned Frank.
Elsie sprang up, her eyes dancing, flung her arms round Inza's neck, and kissed her repeatedly. "It's too much too much!" she cried. For a few moments their words and laughter were mingled in such confusion that the record would produce a senseless jumble. Finally Elsie sat down, appearing utterly overcome. "Oh, what a glorious world!" she murmured.
A man in black, the cape of his long cloak flapping about his shoulders like demon wings, was running from the spot, flourishing a stout, crooked cane. As he passed Frank, fully fifteen feet away, the fleeing man whom Merry knew as the same one who had so nearly accomplished Inza's destruction on the Canadian shore cast at the youth one piercing look.
Medford, Frank," said Inza, calling his attention to a smiling, middle-aged lady who sat near the open fireplace. Mrs. Medford was a relative of Inza's who often accompanied her as companion and chaperon. "Mrs. Medford," said Merry, hastening to clasp the smiling woman's hand, "I am delighted to see you again. I'm quite overcome with surprise and pleasure.
"Him beaten!" whispered the watching Indian. "Merriwell kill him soon now." Frank followed Del Norte up. "Stand up to it, greaser," he urged. "The fight has just begun. You have threatened to leave your knife in my heart. I could have split yours a dozen times, but I have spared you. When you are well cut up, I'll wring from your lips the secret of Inza's hiding place."
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