To and fro, forward and back, moved the fighting lads, their movements being breathlessly followed by the spectators. Sometimes it would seem that one of the lads had the advantage, and then it would appear to be the other.
With his hands clasped together and his heart beating wildly, Fred Davis strained his eyes to see it all. To him every moment seemed an hour of acute agony and suspense.
Bart Hodge and Barney Mulloy were both intensely interested and excited, but neither of them entertained a doubt but what, barring accident, Frank would come forth the victor.
The breathing of the fighting boys became short and loud, and Bas...o...b..occasionally muttered fierce words. Merriwell fought silently and fiercely.
At length the tigerish determination of Bas...o...b..s foe began to drive the big fellow back again. Several times he clinched Frank, but his hold was quickly broken on each occasion. Three times both went down; but the strength of neither seemed sufficient to get the advantage and hold the other.
At length, as they were apparently on the point of grappling again, Bas...o...b..was seen to make a quick move of one hand, and Frank immediately cried:
"My eyes! Oh, I am blinded! They are burning!"
Instantly there was the greatest excitement.
"Foul play, by the eternal skies!" shouted Bart Hodge, leaping forward.
Instantly someone gave him a blow that sent him reeling.
"Howld on, ye imps!" roared Barney. "Ye can"t play your dirty thricks here!"
"Keep them away!" grated Bas...o...b.. "Keep them away, and I"ll fix this fellow now!"
Frank heard the bully"s voice, but he could not see Bas...o...b.. With a cry of unutterable fury, Merriwell leaped for his foe, caught him, grappled with him.
Then was seen such a mad struggle as not one of the boys present had ever before witnessed. Merriwell seemed like a tiger that had been stung to ungovernable rage, and Bas...o...b..exerted every bit of skill and strength he possessed.
Round and round they whirled, away they reeled, and then a cry of surprise and horror suddenly broke from the crowd.
The beginning of the fight had been at a long distance from the brink of the bluff, but, all at once, it was discovered that, in the darkness, they had shifted about till they were close to the verge.
And, unconsciously, they were staggering swiftly to the edge.
"Stop them!" shouted Hodge. "Quick, or they will go over!"
Fred Davis leaped forward, clutched at the struggling lads, but could not hold them. In a twinkling they tore away, and reeled on.
Others would have interfered, but it was too late. Both Hodge and Mulloy did their best, but Bas...o...b..and Merriwell escaped their outstretched hands.
Then another cry of horror went up.
The fighting lads were tottering on the brink. They realized their peril at last; but, before they could make a move to save themselves, they went over.
"Merciful Heaven!" gasped Hodge. "That is the end of them both!"
CHAPTER XLVI.
RESULT OF THE CONTEST.
For a moment the horror-stricken witnesses stood and stared through the darkness at the place where the foes had disappeared over the brink of the bluff, and no one seemed capable of making a move or saying a thing immediately after those blood-chilling words came from the lips of Bartley Hodge.
Fred Davis was the first to recover. Down upon the ground he flung himself, peering over the verge of the bluff, and calling:
"Frank--Frank Merriwell!"
Immediately there was a faint, m.u.f.fled answer from near at hand.
"Thank Heaven!" Fred almost wept. "He has not fallen into the sea! He is near at hand! I can hear him! Frank, where are you?"
"Here--clinging to this vine," was the faint reply. "The thing is giving--it will tear away! Quick--grasp my wrists!"
Fred saw that the dark form was dangling immediately below, and, without delay, he reached down and found a pair of hands which were clinging madly to a stout vine.
The vine was really giving way, and Davis instantly grasped both wrists of the imperiled lad.
"I"ve got him, boys!" he shouted, joyously. "Pull us up--pull us up!
I can hold fast if you pull us up at once! He has hold of one of my hands now; he will not let go. Pull us up, and he will be saved!"
"Lay hold here!" shouted Hodge, grasping Davis by the shoulder. "Down on your faces, two of you, and clutch Merriwell the moment he is lifted far enough for you to grasp him. Work lively, now! Are you ready?"
"All ready," came the chorus.
"Then hoist away, lads, and up he comes!"
So, with a strong pull, the imperiled youth was dragged up over the brink to safety, falling prostrate and panting at the feet of his rescuers.
"Poor Bas...o...b.." exclaimed one of the boys. "I am afraid he is done for!"
"Not much!" panted the boy they had just saved. "But that was a mighty close call."
"What"s this?" shrieked Fred Davis, dropping to his knees and staring into the face of the fellow he had helped to rescue. "This isn"t Merriwell! It"s Bas...o...b.."
Exclamations of astonishment came from every lip, for all had thought they were rescuing Frank.
"Great Jupiter!" gasped Bart Hodge. "It must be that Merriwell went clean down the face of the bluff!"
"An" thot manes he is a dead b"y!" declared Barney Mulloy. Fred Davis quickly leaped to the brink, and wildly shouted:
"Frank Merriwell! Frank Merriwell! Where are you? Frank! Frank!"
No answer save the moaning of the wind and the gurgle of the sea which came up from the base of the bluff, like the last strangling sound from the throat of a drowning person.
"He is gone!"
A feeling of unutterable horror came over the little party on the bluff, for they all seemed to realize what a terrible thing had happened.
Fred Davis fell to sobbing and moaning. Again and again he sent his voice down the face of the bluff, shouting into the darkness that hovered over the surging sea: