And so the night passed on.
Frank was wide-awake with the coming of dawn. He saw the stars pale and die in the sky. He saw the gentle gray of morning and the flush of sunrise. Far up the ravine rose the smoke of a camp-fire, telling where the ruffians were preparing breakfast.
"Oh, Merriwell!"
"Hello, yourself!"
"Are you hungry?"
"No, thank you. I have plenty to eat."
"Are you thirsty?"
"Not in the least. I have my canteen."
"That'll be empty right soon. How would you like some steamin' hot coffee?"
"It wouldn't go bad. Send some in."