For the whip had whistled through the air, wielded by a powerful arm, and the hissing lash had curled about the body of “Uncle Tom.”
The audience looked on spellbound, rather astonished by the realism of this whipping scene.
Grinding his teeth together, “Legree” bent over and pitilessly cut the writhing man with the whip.
Cries of pain broke from the fallen man.
“Curse you!” Merry heard “Legree” hiss. “Here is where I fix you!”
“Help!” cried “Uncle Tom.”
It was a genuine appeal for aid. This was not acting.
Frank Merriwell started to his feet.
“Oh!” gasped little Nell—“oh, Frank, he is really murdering ‘Uncle Tom’!”
“Hanged if it doesn’t look that way!” Merry admitted to himself.