The craft of Red Ben in covering the trail had bothered and baffled the pursuers for some time. They had broken up into smaller parties for the purpose of scouring the woods thereabouts. Belmont Bland had insisted on accompanying them, and he clung to Merriwell with a persistence that annoyed Frank, who could not help suspecting the man of treachery.
It was Merry"s belief that Bland had been well paid by Del Norte while in New York to betray Old Gripper"s plans and keep the Mexican posted on Frank"s movements. He had no proof of this, but all Bland"s actions had seemed suspicious down to his seeming illness that had prevented him from returning to New York with Watson Scott.
Merriwell communicated his suspicions to Hodge, whom he urged to keep a close watch on Bland. He then divided the searchers into five parties, leaving Bart in charge of the one including Bland, while he took O"Toole with him.
The Irishman had disappeared, and, having appointed a definite spot at which to meet, Frank"s party scattered to look for O"Toole and continue the search at the same time.
Was it chance or fate that led Merry to the vicinity of the foot of the precipice over which O"Toole plunged in his unreasoning terror? At any rate, Frank was down there in the gloom of the valley. He heard the last cry that came from the doomed man"s lips as he fell, and a few moments later, a short distance away, there came a crashing amid the trees, followed by a sodden thud and silence.
Merry shuddered, for he knew the cry had been that of a human being, and he felt that he would find the unfortunate wretch at the spot where the crash and thud had sounded. With his rifle ready for use, he tried to obtain a position which would command a clear view of the brink of the precipice far, far above him, but this was not easy, and up there on the mountain no living thing seemed stirring.
Darkness was gathering in the silent valley. Through the trees the western sky glowed redly, but this glow was fading and dying behind the black peaks.
That a terrible tragedy had occurred Merry was certain, but whether a human being had fallen from the mountain by some misstep or had been hurled to his doom he could not say.
He did not hesitate long.
Advancing swiftly, alert and ready for anything, he sought the one who had fallen. His keen eyes soon discovered a dark form sprawled on the ground.
"I was not mistaken," he muttered, as he knelt beside the form. "It is a man. Here is where he crashed down through the branches of this tree.
Poor devil! Who can it be? I wonder if he still lives."
He turned the man upon his back, discovering signs of life as he did so.
Hastily lighting a match, he held the blaze protected by his curved hands and threw the light upon the man"s face.
"O"Toole!" he gasped.
The Irishman was breathing faintly, and instantly Frank did what he could to restore him. In a few moments the poor fellow moaned a bit.
Striking another match, Merry found O"Toole"s eyes were wide open, but he was bleeding from the mouth and presented a ghastly appearance. He was conscious, however.
"O"Toole, where are you hurt?" asked Merry.
"Me back is broke," was the faint answer. "Oi"m a dead mon."
"What happened? How did you fall? Tell me, for, at least, I may be able to avenge you."
"It"s the dead returned to loife!" gasped the dying man. "Oi saw him up there, me bhoy!"
"Who did you see?"
"Thot human divvil Porrfeeus dil Noort."
"Impossible! Del Norte is dead."
"Thin it wur his ghost, fer Oi saw him, with his--face pale--an" a whoite bandage about his head. This is me punishmint--fer havin"--fer havin" anything to do wid th" loikes av him!"
O"Toole labored through this speech with failing strength, and Frank saw he was sinking rapidly.
"Tell me quickly, man," urged Merry, "just where you saw him."
"Up yonder, me bhoy. Red Ben is there. Oi found him, an" Oi wur--talkin"
wid him. Oi know Ben, an" Oi saved his loife wance by--by stroikin" up the hand av a mon who wur--goin" to shoot him."
It was with the greatest difficulty that O"Toole labored to draw his breath. Frank was deeply moved by the dying agonies of the unfortunate fellow, for Merry"s experience convinced him that the Irishman was indeed dying.
However, Frank felt it his duty to learn everything possible while O"Toole could speak, and so he urged him to go on.
"It"s me best Oi--did fer ye, Misther Merriwell--an" fer th" girrul. Oi had Red Ben ready to--ready to turrn on th" villains--pwhat carried her off. It"s your promise av protiction he asked fer if he--done thot. Oi wur comin"--to foind ye. Jist thin th"--the divvil--dead ur aloive--walked out, pointin" av--his finger at me. Oi shtarted to run away, an" thin--an" thin Oi fell. Thot"s all, me bhoy."
Remarkable and unaccountable though it seemed, Frank came to believe, while O"Toole talked, that Del Norte still lived. That explained the kidnapping of Inza. Merry had wondered that Del Norte"s late companions should make such a move; but now, knowing the Mexican"s pa.s.sion for her, the motive of her capture was clear.
The thought of Inza in the hands of that villain fired Frank"s blood.
"If Del Norte lives, O"Toole," said Merry, "I swear to you now that you shall be avenged, for never will I know a moment of rest until Inza is rescued and he is dead beyond the shadow of a doubt."
A gurgling groan came from the Irishman. Striking another match, Frank saw the man was dead.
CHAPTER IX.
THE KNIFE DUEL.
The moon came up in due time and flooded the wooded mountain wilds with its mellow light.
With the caution of a creeping panther Frank Merriwell had climbed the mountain side. He had waited patiently for the moon to rise, believing it would aid him on that unfamiliar ground. He was now in the vicinity of the top of the precipice over which the Irishman had plunged to his death.
Suddenly a sound reached his ears, causing him to crouch on the alert, with his rifle ready for use.
He quickly decided that some one was approaching the precipice, and in this he made no mistake. Twice he caught a glimpse of the man before the latter appeared in the full moonlight. When this man did appear, Frank"s heart gave a mighty bound of exultation, and the b.u.t.t of the rifle leaped to his shoulder.
"Halt, Del Norte!" he commanded, in a low, distinct voice. "Stand in your tracks! If you try to run I"ll shoot you dead!"
Del Norte it was, and he stopped like a man turned to stone.
"Up with your hands!" ordered Merriwell. "Your heart is covered by my rifle!"
For a single instant it seemed that the villain would make an effort to reach cover. Had he attempted it Frank would have shot him down. This Merry did not wish to do, as he intended forcing the scoundrel to give Inza up.
The Mexican"s courage to attempt escape by a plunge into the shadows failed him, and reluctantly he lifted his empty hands, snarling an oath.
"Keep them up!" ordered Merry, as he slowly advanced.
But when he was fairly in the moonlight another voice issuing from the shadows near at hand brought him to a halt.