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Frank was a bit too far away to clutch the old man's arm and check the sweep of his heavy cane. Inza's fate lay wholly with herself. She saw the cane coming directly at her head, and, like a flash, she "ducked." Over her head swept the cane, brushing the plumes on her hat. For an instant she tottered, seeming to sway toward the rapids in the effort to regain her equilibrium.
Evidently the Indian was determined to drive the best bargain possible, and at the same time he was resolved to take every precaution to insure his own safety in case he betrayed Inza's captors. O'Toole knew the redskin well enough to comprehend quickly that further argument and pleading would be a waste of words. Once Red Ben had set his mind on anything he was stubborn as a mule.
As Inza's captor approached the water he uttered a low, peculiar whistle. It was answered by a similar whistle. The answer served to guide the man with the wolf mask to the spot where a canoe lay floating with its prow touching the shore, guarded by a man who stood straight and silent on the bank. "Ben!" excitedly yet softly called the man with the girl. "Here," was the answer.
Over at the east of Farnham Hall a group of laborers, among whom were fully twenty of the Farnham boys, were completing the foundations for Merriwell's new manual-training school building. A glimpse of the distant athletic ground showed a number of boys hard at work on the track and the baseball field. There was a look of serene happiness on Inza's face, while Elsie was positively rosy.
Barely was Elsie's back turned when the heavy folds of a blanket were thrown over Inza's head and she felt herself lifted bodily and snatched through the window. Remarkable though it was, no one within the pavilion saw this happen. The attention of all was turned toward the opposite side of the building, where the encounter was taking place between Frank and the two wolves.
Not one of his companions was burdened like him, yet not one of them made greater speed in the effort to escape. His exertions were almost superhuman. It seemed that the knowledge of Inza's awful peril actually lifted him over every obstacle. Finally some one clutched and stopped him. He found it was Red Ben, who said: "All right now. Mountain him no run down hill here."
Frank was now a welcome visitor at Inza's home, but, being governed by natural tact and delicacy, he did not wish to call too frequently, fearing Inza's parents might regard him as something of a bore. Shortly after entering the village he had noticed the stranger in black, who seemed to be staring wonderingly at the boy. To Frank's surprise, this man followed him about.
He saw her slipping from the damp rock. The eddying, swirling, hissing water was dragging at her feet. Inza's gloved fingers clutched vainly at the rock. She could obtain no detaining hold upon it. She turned her white, bloodless face toward Frank, horror and despair in her dilated eyes.
Inza's gloved hand crept into Frank's, and he felt it quiver a little in his grasp. With a single exception, every one on the car seemed to regard the falls with interest. Even the motorman and conductor took a look at them. The exception was an old man, who wore a long cloak and carried a crooked cane. His hands rested on the handle of his cane, and his gray head was bowed on his hands.
The nurse retired to the far end of the room, where she stood with her back toward the bed, pretending to inspect and admire a Donatello upon the wall. Frank took the chair beside the bed and found Inza's hand, which he clasped in a firm but gentle grasp. "What shall we name him?" he asked. "Why, haven't you decided on a name, dear?" "Without consulting you?
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