"What do you mean to do with me?"
"Waal, we've tied ye here acrost ther rails. Up there in the quarry is a car loaded with granite. It won't take much ter send it scootin' down the track, and it will cut you clean in two. You'll have time enough to think whut a fool ye was and say yer prayers while we are startin' ther car, but you'd better begin now. Good-by."
Then the two murderous wretches hurried up the track and quickly disappeared.
Frank tried to cry for aid, but he could not make a sound that could be heard ten rods away. He twisted and squirmed in a vain effort to free himself. And then he fell to listening, listening, listening.
It was not long before he heard the sound which he dreaded. There was a distant rumble, a faint jarring of the rails.
The car had started down the incline!
"God help me!"
The rumbling sound grew louder and louder. The car was gathering speed as it came on.
"Frank—Frank Merriwell!"