But there were too many of them, and Frank was not able to stand them off more than a few seconds. They crushed him to the floor, and his legs were bound at the knees, as the leader directed.
In this assault the big fellow had taken no part. He stood aloof, his arms folded over his broad breast, looking on with an air of indifference.
When Frank was subjugated and helpless, the leader turned on the big fellow and expressed anger at his conduct.
“That will do!” was the surly retort that was growled from beneath the mask. “I won’t stand it from you! I did my part of this business according to agreement. I did not agree to do anything more.”
“You don’t get an extra V.”
“I don’t want it, so don’t worry yourself.”
The leader ordered a fire to be built in the old open fireplace, and his directions were carried out. He could scarcely hobble round, and he was in an ugly mood.
With his own hands, he removed the gag from Frank Merriwell’s mouth.
“That is better,” said Frank, coolly. “My jaws were aching.”
“That will be nothing to what is coming!” declared the fellow. “I’ll make you wish you never were born!”