But Frank's pace was too swift.

Almost in the next instant his hand fell on the shoulder of the specter.
"Don't you know me, Barney?
I'm Merriwell!" The figure ceased its struggles.
"Hurroo! Is it yez for thrue, Merriwell?
I t'ought it wor an officer thryin' to arrist me." "Break loose and run, ye fool!" was squealed in a high, feminine voice.
"Run, Barney, dear--run!" "Niver!" Barney declared.

"Niver will I run from a fri'nd loike Merriwell!" "But you'll be put in jail! You'll be hung!" the woman shrieked, in a vain effort to stampede the Irish lad.

"Them fellers is officers." Bart had pushed up, so that Mulloy could recognize him.
"Save me frum her, Frankie!" Barney pleaded.

"Woo-oo! Begorra! She's crazier than wildcats!" Then he whispered: "The ould sinner wants to marry me.