Frank Merriwell’s Champions

t things. The moonlight, streaming through a crack in the chinked wall, fell on his white face. His

tied. Then memory awakened, and he stared about at the cabin wall

across the doorway of his room. There was a rifle by the man's side, and h

rtling enough to

get to him to warn him of his dang

s of Frank, and the peril which h

ery agony of mental torture, if a wh

ecome of Nell?" was

door of his prison. Her thin face seemed unnaturally white and bloodless in the dim light. Her widely distended eyes

on Bruce. He forgot the thumping pain i

s he sleeps!" was the horri

hing so dreadful. He might have done more, but at that moment her eyes met his

ared at her. His mind wa

her lips, and took another catl

have believed her a ghost, and it is quite certain that Toots, if s

her creeping on its prey, Nell Thor

to a realization of the fact that Nell was trying to come to his rescue, and that the knife w

sigh of relief and hope

gain her finger went to her lips, and she

ds she stood thus, and when Turner did n

face, she stepped warily over his body,

onlight. It was her father'

pered, laying her lips against Browning's ear

with the knife toward th

Browning's wrists. It was almost as sharp as a razor,

lently; then stood erect,

s head to show th

" she whispered, stooping till

himself cautiously and st

llowing close after her, as silently as he could. Thus he passed ov

e till they were both outside,

hurried him away from the cabin, into a path that led

sked, stopping when they had gaine

owning, venturing to sp

it open on the floor, so that when Sam Turner hev come ter himself he'll

nife, opened the biggest blad

ged ter ye

uncommon warmth of feeling. "Likely I should have been killed if you hadn

t faced around abruptly and lo

y, air ye, come hyar ter

"I am not! Nor are any of my friends. I c

parted in

u warn't," s

re, or even bid her good-by, she leaped

, shot again through his head and shoulder as he saw her

ton, going back into that room, over the body of the slumbering rifleman, to place the pocketknife