‘You are quite content with that arrangement, then, may I hope?’ said Blodget. ‘Oh, yes, quite.’ ‘Then come on at once, if you please.’ Inez felt that resistance would be useless, and would probably put in peril the life of her father, without availing to save her. She, therefore, quietly yielded to circumstances, knowing that her father would cheerfully pay any ransom to rescue her. As soon as Inez was dressed, Blodget led her to the window, and giving a low whistle was quickly joined by his confederates. By their aid Inez was swiftly and noiselessly conveyed from the house, carried into the adjacent shrubbery, and placed upon a horse, stolen, like those on which the robbers were now mounted, from a neighboring corral. The whole party immediately dashed off at full speed, and never once halted until they arrived at a solitary rancho, some eight or nine miles distant from the home of Inez. Monteagle, meanwhile, had started at full gallop for the Mission, in order to frustrate this villainous plot, but just as he was turning the sharp angle at the turnpike road, his horse stumbled, and Monteagle was violently thrown over the animal’s head. He remained insensible in the road, just where he had fallen, until daylight, when he was discovered and hospitably cared for by the inmates of a neighboring cottage. -------------- CHAPTER XIII A DESPERATE BURGLARY. Leaving Inez in charge of some of his trustiest confreres, Blodget hastened to the city, to disarm suspicion as well as to attend to an important robbery which he had already planned. A previous arrangement with some of the principal members of the gang had assured Blodget that he should find plenty of aid in carrying out his views on that particular evening. It was two o’clock as Blodget reached the door of the house that was connected with the gang, and a drizzly rain was beginning to fall which he saw and felt with pleasure, for he knew that it would materially aid him in his plans, as it would tend to clear the streets of stragglers, as well as to muffle any sounds that might otherwise betray the presence of himself and his companions. ‘All is well,’ he said. ‘This is my old good luck. Who knows but I may yet do a good stroke of business.’ Blodget was soon in the old house along with some half dozen of the most desperate and knowing thieves in San Francisco. A dim light burned in the place, which was only just sufficient to let them see each other’s faces. The falling of the rain upon one of the windows was the only sound that the night brought forth. ‘All’s right,’ said one of them. ‘Here’s Blodget.’ ‘Yes,’ said another, ‘we shall now no doubt have a job to do.’ ‘Yes, my lads,’ said Blodget, assuming an air of reckless jocularity, which he often thought proper to put on—‘yes, my lads, you will have a little job to do, and it is one that you will like too.’ ‘Bravo!—bravo!’