"Not much!" shouted Leslie, hoarsely. "But I have thought of a way to dispose of Frank Merriwell. I will feed him to the serpent vine! Ah, that will be revenge!"
Frank had listened to all this, and he noted that Gage actually seemed like a maniac.
Captain Bellwood, securely bound, was near Frank, to whom he now spoke:
"God pity you, my lad! He was bad enough before, but he seems to have gone mad. He will murder you!"
"Well, if that's to be the end of me, I'll have to take my medicine," came grimly from the lips of the undaunted boy captive.
"My child?" entreated the captain, anxiously. "What became of her? Can you tell me? Where is she now?"
"She is safe, I believe. She is with friends of mine, and they will fight for her as long as they are able to draw a breath."
"Thank Heaven! Now I care not if these wretches murder me!"
"I scarcely think they will murder you, captain. They have nothing in particular against you; but Gage hates me most bitterly."
"That's right!" snarled Leslie, who had overheard Frank's last words. "I do hate you, and my hatred seems to have increased tenfold since last night. I have been thinking—thinking how you have baffled me at every turn whenever we have come together. I have decided that you are my evil genius, and that I shall never have any luck as long as you live. I shall keep my oath. One of us will not leave this swamp alive, and you will be that one!"