Back he toppled upon the one behind, and that one made a vain attempt to support him. The dead weight was too much, and the second fell, again sweeping the whole lot to the foot of the stairs.
"Hurro!" shouted the Irish boy, in wild delight. "This is th' koind av a picnic pwhat Oi admire! Come on, ye nagurs! It's Barney Mulloy ye're runnin' up against, an' begobs! he's good fer th' whole crowd av yez!"
At the foot of the stairs there was a writhing, wrangling, snarling mass of human beings; at the head of the stairs was a young Irishman who laughed and crowed and flourished the cudgel of wood in his hands.
Barney, feeling his blood leaping joyously in his veins, felt like singing, and so he began to warble a "fighting song," over and over inviting his enemies to come on.
In the meantime Frank had made an opening large enough to force his body through.
"Come on, Barney!" he cried, attracting the other boy's attention by a sharp blow.
"Pwhere?"
"In here—somewhere."
"Frankie, ye're muddled, an' Oi nivver saw yez so before."
"What do you mean?"
"Nivver a bit would it do for us both to go in there, fer th' craythers moight hiv us in a thrap."
"You're right, Barney. I will go. You stay here and hold the ruffians back. Here—take my revolver. You'll need it."
"G'wan wid yez! Quit yer foolin', Frankie! Oi hiv an illigant shillaly here, an' thot's all Oi nade, unliss ye have two revolvers."
"This is the only one I have."
"Thin kape it, me b'y, fer ye'll nade it before ye save the lass, Oi think."
"I think you may be right, Barney. Here goes! Hold them back. I'll not desert you."
"It's nivver a bit Oi worry about thot, Frankie. G'wan!"
Through the panel Frank forced his way. As soon as he was within the room he ran for the door through which the ruffian had dragged Inza.
Frank knew that the fellow might be waiting just beyond the door, knife in hand, and he sprang through with his revolver held ready for instant use.
There was no light in the room, but the light from the lamp in the adjoining room shone in at the doorway.
Frank looked around, and, to his dismay, he could see no one.
"Are they gone?" he asked himself. "If so, whither?"
It was not long before he was convinced that the room was empty of any living being save himself.
The Spanish ruffian and the unfortunate girl had disappeared.
"Oh, confound the infernal luck!" raved the boy. "He has escaped with her! But I did my best, and I followed as soon as possible."
Then he remembered that he had promised Inza he would save her, and it wrung a groan from his lips.
"Which way have they gone?" he cried, beginning to look for a door that led from the room.
By this time he was accustomed to the dim light, and he saw a door. In a twinkling he had tried it, but found it was locked or bolted on the farther side.
"The fellow had little time and no hands to lock a door. He may not have gone this way. He must, for this is the only door to the room, save the one by which I entered. He went out this way, and I will follow!"
Retreating to the farther side of the room, Frank made a run and plunged against the door.
It was bolted on the farther side, and the shock snapped the iron bolt as if it had been a pipe stem.
Bang! Open flew the door, and Frank went reeling through, revolver in hand, somewhat dazed, but still determined and fierce as a young tiger.
At a glance he saw he was in a small room, with two doors standing open—the one he had just broken down and another. Through this other he leaped, and found himself in a long passage, at the farther end of which Barney Mulloy was still guarding the head of the stairs, once more singing the wild "fighting song."
Not a trace of the ruffian or the kidnaped girl could Frank see.
"Gone!" he palpitated, mystified and awe-stricken. "Gone—where?"
That was a question he could not answer for a moment, and then——
"The window in that room! It is the one by which Barney entered! It must be the one by which the wretch fled with Inza!"
Back into the room he had just left he leaped. Two bounds carried him to the window, against which brushed the branch of the old willow tree.
He looked out.
"There they are!"
The exultant words came in a panting whisper from his lips as he saw some dark figures on the ground beneath the tree. He was sure he saw a female form among them, and his ears did not deceive him, for he heard at last a smothered appeal for help.
Then two other forms rushed out of the shadows and fell upon the men beneath the tree, striking right and left!
There was a short, fierce struggle, a woman's shriek, the death groan of a stricken man, a pistol shot, and scattering forms.
Without pausing to measure the distance to the ground, Frank sprang over the window sill and dropped.
CHAPTER XXIV.
END OF THE SEARCH
Like a cat, Frank alighted on his feet, and he was ready for anything the moment he struck the ground.
There was no longer any fighting beneath the tree. The struggling mass had melted to two dark figures, one of which was stretched on the ground, while the other bent over it.
Frank sprang forward and caught the kneeling one by the shoulder.
"What has become of her?" he demanded, fiercely.
The man looked up, astonished.
It was Colonel La Salle Vallier!
"Yo', sah?" he exclaimed.
"You?" cried Frank.
Then the boy recovered, again demanding:
"What has become of Miss Burrage? She was here a moment ago."
The colonel looked around in a dazed way, slowly saying:
"Yes, sah, she was here, fo' Mistah Raymon' heard her voice, and he rushed in to save her."
"Raymond? Where is he?"
"Here, sah."
The colonel motioned toward the silent form on the ground, and Frank bent forward to peer into the white, ghastly face.
It was, indeed, Rolf Raymond.
"Dead?" fluttered Frank.
"Dead!" replied Colonel Vallier.
"He was killed in the struggle?"
"He was stabbed at the ver' start, sah. The knife must have struck his heart."
"Merciful goodness!" gasped the boy, horrified. "And how came he here?"
"We were searching fo' Manuel Mazaro, sah. Mistah Raymon' did not trus' the rascal, and he believed Mazaro might know something about Miss Burrage. Mazaro is ready fo' anything, and he knew big money would be offered fo' the recovery of the young lady, so he must have kidnaped her. We knew where to find Mazaro, though he did not suppose so, and we came here. As we approached, we saw some figures beneath this tree. Then we heard a feminine cry fo' help, and we rushed in here, sah. That's all, except that Mistah