y cried Murray. "Hurry! hurry on to the
tower!"

With cheering cries, the pursuers neared the old Martello tower, and
a clump of dark forms vanished quickly into the shrubbery as the three
lanterns were flashed full upon the door. Eric Murray, sword in hand,
was the first man at the entrance, as a desperate assailant leaped from
the narrow door and sprang upon him, pistol in hand. There was the
snap of a clicking lock and then the sound of a hollow groan, for the
robber's pistol had missed fire, and Captain Murray ran the wretch
through the body with the razor-bladed tulwar!

There was a silence broken only by the trampling of approaching feet, as
Red Eric flashed the light in the face of his fallen foe, for the storm
had spent its fury and the stars were gleaming out at last.

"By God! It's Hawke, himself!" he shrieked. "Alan Hawke, a midnight
robber!" But, Harry Hardwicke, with the two men at his back, had dashed
on into the gun-room of the old tower, leaving Murray with his prostrate
foe--empty, not a sign of any human presence.

With one wild cry Hardwicke turned to the door, "Nadine! Nadine!" he
yelled, and his voice sounded unearthly in the night winds.

And then, from over their heads, a cheery hail replied, "All right,
on deck! The lady is safe up here with me. I am Professor Hobbs, the
American. Who are you?"

"Friends! friends!" cried Hardwicke. "The house was attacked! Where is
the Professor?"

"I reckon they have carried him off!" the nasal voice of the American
answered. "If they've killed him it's a great loss to science, you bet!
I'm coming down." And while the gun-room was soon filled with a motley
crowd from Rozel Pier, Professor Alaric Hobbs long legs dropped dangling
down his rope ladder. He gazed, open-mouthed, at the anglicized Prince
Djiddin.

"Who are you--friends, also?" now demanded the astonished "Prince
Djiddin" of the rescuers.

"We are friends of Simpson!" cried the nearest. "The smugglers
bludgeoned him and then threw him off the cliff, but the banks were soft
and wet, and his heavy coat saved him. He sent us up here to the rescue,
for he crawled half a mile on his hands and knees. We've found the old
Professor tied to a tree over there in the bushes. They are bringing him
here. Simpson is at the 'Jersey Arms,' all safe."

"See here, stranger!" demanded the American, still standing amazed,
pistol in hand, "I winged a couple of these damned robbers; they tried
their best to get