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      CHAPTER XVIII.

       BARNEY ON HAND

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      "Thot's me name, an' this is me marruck!" cried the Irish lad, from the darkness.

      There was a hurrying rush of feet, and then—smack! smack!—two dark figures were seen flying through the darkness as if they had been struck by battering-rams.

      "Hurrah!" cheered Frank, thrusting the revolver into his pocket, and hastening to leap into the battle. "Give 'em glory, Barney!"

      "Hurro!" shouted the Irish youth. "Th' United Shtates an' Ould Oireland foriver! Nothing can shtand against th' combination!"

      This unexpected assault was too much for Manuel Mazaro and his satellites.

      "Car-r-r-ramba!" snarled the Spaniard. "Dis treek is spoiled! We will have to try de odare one, pardnares."

      "We're reddy fer yer thricks, ye shnakes!" cried Barney.

      "Are you armed?" asked Frank.

      "To th' muzzle wid grape-shot an' canister!" was the reply.

      But the boys were not compelled to resort to deadly weapons, for the Spaniard and his gang suddenly took to their heels, and seemed to melt away in the darkness.

      "Musha! musha!" gasped Barney. "Where hiv they gone, Oi dunno?"

      "They've skipped."

      "An' lift us widout sayin' good-avenin'?"

      "So it seems."

      "Th' impoloight rascals! They should be ashamed av thimsilves!"

      "Barney!"

      "Frankie!"

      "At school you had a way of always showing up just when you were needed most, and you have not gotten over it."

      "It's harrud to tache an ould dog new thricks, Frankie."

      "You don't want to learn any new tricks; the old ones you know are all right. Barney, give me your hand."

      "Frankie, here it is, an' I'm wid yez, me b'y, till Oi have ter lave yez, which won't be in a hurry, av Oi know mesilf."

      The two lads clasped hands in the darkness of the passage.

      "Now," said Frank, "to get out of this place."

      "Th' sooner th' quicker."

      "Which way shall we go?"

      "Better go th' way we came in."

      "Right, Barney. But how in the world did you happen to appear at such an opportune moment? That sticks me."

      "Oi saw yez, me b'y, whin th' crowd was cheerin' fer yez, but Oi couldn't get to yez, though Oi troied me bist."

      "And you followed."

      "Oi did, but it's lost yez Oi would, av ye wasn't sane to come in here by thim as wur watchin' av yez."

      "Which was dead lucky for me."

      "Thot it wur, me darlint, unliss ye wanter to shoot th' spalpanes ye wur wid. Av they'd crowded yez, Oi reckon ye'd found a way to dispose av th' lot."

      "They were about to crowd me when I fired into the air."

      "An' th' flash av th' revolver showed me yer face."

      "That's how you were sure it was me, is it?"

      "Thot wur wan way. Fer another, Oi hearrud yer voice, an' ye don't suppose Oi wouldn't know thot av Oi should hear it astraddle av th' North Pole, do yez?"

      "Well, I am sure I knew your voice the moment I heard it, and the sound gave no small amount of satisfaction."

      The boys now hurried back along the narrow passage, and soon reached the doorway by which they had entered.

      The procession had passed on, and the great crowd of people had melted from the street.

      As soon as they were outside the passage, Barney explained that he had arrived in town that night, and had hurried to the St. Charles Hotel, but had found Professor Scotch in bed, and Frank gone.

      "Th' profissor was near scared to death av me," said Barney. "He wouldn't let me in th' room till th' bellboy had described me two or thray toimes over, an' whin Oi did come in, he had his head under th' clothes, an', be me soul! I thought by th' sound that he wur shakin' dice. It wuz the tathe av him chattering togither."

      Frank was convulsed with laughter, while Barney went on:

      "'Profissor,' sez Oi, 'av it's doice ye're shakin', Oi'll take a hand at tin cints a corner.'"

      "What did he do then?"

      "He looked out at me over the edge av th' bed-sprid, an' he sez, sez he, 'Are ye sure ye're yersilf, Barney Mulloy? or are ye Colonel Sally de la Vilager'—or something av th' sort—'in disguise?'"

      Frank laughed harder than before.

      "What did you do then, Barney?"

      "Oi looked at him, an' thot wur all Oi said. Oi didn't know what th' mon mint, an' he samed to be too broke up to tell. Oi asked him where yo wur, an' he said ye'd gone out to see th' parade. Whin Oi found out thot wur all Oi could get out av him, Oi came out an' looked fer yez."

      When Frank had ceased to laugh, he explained the meaning of the professor's strange actions, and it was Barney's turn to laugh.

      "So it's a duel he is afraid av, is it?"

      "Yes."

      "An' he wants a substitute?"

      "Yes."

      "Begobs, it's niver a duel was Oi in, but the profissor wuz koind to me at Fardale, an' it's a debt av gratitude Oi owe him, so Oi'll make me bluff."

      "I do not believe Colonel Vallier will meet any one but Professor Scotch, but the professor will be too ill to meet him, so he will have to accept a substitute, or go without a fight."

      "To tell ye th' truth, Frankie, Oi'd rather he'd refuse to accept, but it's an iligant bluff Oi can make."

      "You're all right, Barney."

      "Tell me what brought this duel aboit."

      So Frank told the whole story about the rescue of the Flower Queen, the appearance of Rolf Raymond and Colonel Vallier, and how the masked girl had called his name just as they were taking her away, with the result already known to the reader.

      Barney was intensely interested.

      "An' thot wur her Oi saw in th' parade to-noight?"

      "Yes."

      "She flung ye some flowers?"

      "She did. It was her crown of flowers. I still have it here, although it is somewhat crushed."

      "Ah, Frankie, me b'y, it's a shly dog ye are! Th' girruls wur foriver getting shtuck on yez, an' Oi dunno what ye hiv been doin' since l'avin' Fardale. It's wan av yer mashes this must be."

      "I've made no mashes,

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