“That’s all,” said Frank quietly, as he tore the paper into shreds. “I have nothing further to ask you. But now, while you are in this condition, I want to force upon you the knowledge that you cannot harm me if you try. More than that, I want you to know that you can never try to harm me again. I hold absolute power over you, and you will never again lift a hand to do me an injury.”
Defarge bowed slightly.
Merry rose and passed his hand before Bertrand’s eyes.
“Wake up!” he said sharply. “I’ve finished with you!”
The French youth gave a start, rubbed his eyes, stared at Frank and Bart, and mumbled:
“Why, what—what—where-—-”
Merriwell and Hodge were retreating. Bart turned the key in the lock.
“Good night,” said Merriwell, as the door closed behind them.
“Well, I’ll be hanged!” muttered Hodge, when they were outside.