He knew at that moment that he was in the clutch of the ruffians who had murdered the man from Boston, and he had no doubt but a like fate was meant for him. Still he was powerless to save himself, for he was given no show. Things turned black and began to whirl around him, bombs seemed bursting in his head, bells were ringing in his ears, and then--nothingness!
When Frank recovered consciousness he felt as if his windpipe had been crushed, and he seemed numb and helpless in every limb. He realized immediately that he was being roughly handled, and he heard a harsh voice say:
"That"s all right. He can"t git erway. We can"t waste any more time."
He opened his eyes and looked up into the face of the speaker--the c.o.c.k-eyed man!
Put Wiley, the hunchback, was there, too.
"h.e.l.lo!" growled the man with the crooked eye. "He"s come round. I"m glad on it, fer I want him ter know jest what his nosin" foolishness has done fer him."
Frank tried to speak, but he could not utter more than a wheezing whisper. The hunchback raised a foot, as if to bring it down on the face of the helpless lad, for Frank was bound hands and feet, but the other man thrust him aside, growling:
"Whut"s the use! He"ll be dead in five minutes. Don"t kick ther poor fool."
Then Frank realized that he was bound across the track of the old railroad that ran from the sheds to the quarry. The look that came to the face of the helpless lad seemed to tell the c.o.c.k-eyed man that he understood the situation.
"You"ve made a fool of yerself," declared the man, unpityingly. "You was too nosy. Inquisitive critters alwus git inter trouble. The Boston man was too fresh, and he"s planted. You saw his grave."
Strangely enough, at that moment the helpless boy asked a queer question:
"Where were you when you made that ghostly whisper?" he managed to huskily inquire.
"I dunno what good it"ll do to ye ter know," was the answer. "You"ll be dead right away. Mebbe one of us was hid in a holler tree near ye."
"What do you mean to do with me?"
"Waal, we"ve tied ye here acrost ther rails. Up there in the quarry is a car loaded with granite. It won"t take much ter send it scootin" down the track, and it will cut you clean in two. You"ll have time enough to think whut a fool ye was and say yer prayers while we are startin" ther car, but you"d better begin now. Good-by."
Then the two murderous wretches hurried up the track and quickly disappeared.
Frank tried to cry for aid, but he could not make a sound that could be heard ten rods away. He twisted and squirmed in a vain effort to free himself. And then he fell to listening, listening, listening.
It was not long before he heard the sound which he dreaded. There was a distant rumble, a faint jarring of the rails.
The car had started down the incline!
"G.o.d help me!"
The rumbling sound grew louder and louder. The car was gathering speed as it came on.
"Frank--Frank Merriwell!"
He heard Browning call near at hand, and now he made a mighty effort and answered:
"Here! Quick! Help!"
The big Yale man came rushing to the track, followed by Hodge, just as the car loaded with granite came into view.
Instantly Bruce realized the peril of the lad who was bound to the rails, and he saw there was no time to cut the ropes and set Frank free.
With a hoa.r.s.e shout he leaped forward, catching up a stout stick of timber in an instant. One end of the timber he thrust under the rails of the track, and then he lifted on the other end with all his wonderful strength.
The track was old, the ties were rotten, and the spikes gave way. The rail was pried aside in a moment. Then Bruce went at the other and tore that up.
The car was upon him. He made a great leap backward and got off the track barely in time.
Then, an instant later, the car, loaded with granite, left the rails and shot down the bank, spilling the slabs of rock and plunged with a splash into the water, disappearing from view.
Frank was saved!
It was an hour later when Merriwell, Browning and Hodge returned to the _White Wings_. With the exception of a slight hoa.r.s.eness, Frank could speak as well as ever, although his throat was sore and lame.
The boys had not returned to the yacht till they were certain the hunchback and the c.o.c.k-eyed man had left the island, for the lap-streak boat was seen bound up the bay under full sail.
Browning was fierce for revenge. Merriwell did not say much, but deep down in his heart he was determined to punish the ruffians who had so nearly ended his existence. He cautioned the boys not to let the girls or Miss Gale know anything of the adventures on the island.
"We will land them at Green"s Landing," he said, "and then I am coming back to this island. The mystery of this place is not yet solved. Why are those two men trying to frighten everybody away from here? I want to know that, and I mean to know it."
On reaching the yacht Jack Diamond was found paying every attention to Paula Benjamin, and it was plain that there was no longer a misunderstanding between them.
The Virginian shot Browning a glance of triumph, in which was also a warning.
But Bruce scarce gave Jack or Paula a thought, for other matters were on his mind then. He was eager and anxious to get rid of the girls and their chaperon in order that the party might return to Devil Island and seek to solve the deep mystery of the place and punish the wretches who had tried to end Frank"s life.
CHAPTER XXI.
SETTLING A POINT.
"Now, fellows," said Frank Merriwell, as he faced his four "shipmates"
in the cabin of his yacht, _White Wings_, which was riding at anchor in the harbor at Green"s Landing, "I have called you together for a council of war."
"I"m tired," grunted Bruce Browning. "Can"t I rest in my bunk while the powwow is going on?"
"No," came firmly from Frank, "this is a matter of business, and it won"t hurt you to sit up a while."
"Oh, get a brace on!" exclaimed Diamond, flinging the words at the big Yale man. "Act as if you had some life in you, old fellow."
The manner in which the words were spoken made the usually polite Virginian seem quite unlike himself, but Bruce simply grinned, observing:
"You shouldn"t hold a grudge because I flirted a little with Miss Benjamin, Diamond; you got a lead on me while Merriwell and I were investigating on Devil Island, and won her back, all right. Don"t be sour over it."