But his hands were free, and he was watching for an opportunity to escape. He meant to make one more effort for life, if given an opportunity. Through the town tore the wild horsemen, yelling like so many fiends, shooting to the right and left. Out of Elreno they rode, and then the man on the right of Frank leaned toward the boy, saying: "We came just in time, chief. If we'd been ten minutes later, the lynchers would have had you sure." "The lynchers?" gasped the bewildered boy. "Why, you----" "They had the door down when we reached the jail, but a dozen shots set them scattering." "But--but--I don't understand." "We didn't mean to strike before midnight, but Benson brought word that they were liable to lynch you, and so we lost no time in getting here. We rode twenty miles like we were racing with an express train. You must allow we did a good job this time, chief." "Chief? Why I----" Frank stopped short, choking the words back. At last he realized who these men were. They were Black Harry's Braves, and they believed him to be Black Harry! He reeled upon the horse he bestrode. "What's the matter?" asked the man, quickly. "Are you hurt any way?" "No." The boy's voice was hoarse and unnatural. "What can I do?" he thought. "How long will it be before they discover their mistake? I must keep up the deception, and I may find an opportunity to escape." In a moment he had recovered his composure. As old readers know, Frank was a boy of nerve, and he began to feel very well satisfied with the situation. "I have escaped lynching," he thought, "and these men believe me their leader. I am out of jail and now I shall be given a chance to fight for my life and honor. In order to prove my own innocence, I must capture Black Harry. This may lead me to the opportunity." But for one thing his heart would have been filled with exultation. That one thing was the memory of Barney Mulloy, whom he had seen lying prone and motionless just within the broken door of the jail. Had they killed his faithful friend? He feared the Irish lad had met death while trying to hold back the lynchers. The outlaws did not seem to fear pursuit, and they slackened their pace somewhat as soon as they were out of town. "Where shall we go, chief?" asked one. Frank was at a loss to answer, for he knew that a slip might betray him, and he was determined to be on his guard all the time. His hesitation was observed, and the man said: "I reckon it will be safe to return to Cade's Canyon for a while." "I reckon so," said Frank. "We'll go there." "I warned you that you would make a mistake if you ventured into Elreno," said the talkative outlaw, "but you were determined to have another look at that girl, and so you took chances. Girls have caused more trouble in this world than everything else combined." "That's right," admitted Frank, who was wondering what girl the fellow meant. "Did you see her?" asked the man, with a sly chuckle. "Oh, yes, of course."