Now it was not possible for the eye to follow all the movements of those gleaming weapons. Frank was a perfect whirlwind, and the terrible look on his set face frightened Dunton beyond measure.
At last, being unable to withstand Merry, the fellow dropped his sword and cried out for mercy.
“Mercy!” shot from Frank’s lips. “What mercy do you deserve? But go! I would not stain my hands with such treacherous blood!”
Then the curtain came down amid a perfect uproar of applause.
CHAPTER XIX.
DUNTON SEES A LIGHT.
“By Jove!” exclaimed Ross Havener, as he rushed onto the stage the moment the curtain was down. “That was great! Couldn’t have done it better if you had practiced a year! Hear them roar! Why, they’re going to give you a curtain call!”
Dunton started to move away, and he fairly staggered.
“Hold on, Dunton,” commanded the stage-manager. “You must go before the curtain with Merriwell!”
“I can’t!” gasped the wretched fellow. “I—I’m ill!”