Then he turned to Frank, and the dancing light in his eyes was not a light of sanity.
"Merriwell," he said, "the serpent vine will end your life, and you'll never bother me any more!"
He leaped forward and clutched the helpless captive, screaming:
"Thus I keep my promise!"
And he flung Frank headlong into the clutch of the writhing vine!
CHAPTER XXXV.
THE SERPENT VINE.
With his hands bound behind his back, unable to help himself, Frank reeled forward into the embrace of the deadly vine, each branch of which was twisting, curling, squirming like the arms of an octopus.
He nearly plunged forward upon his face, but managed to recover and keep on his feet.