"You don't know. You didn't see the look on that doctor's face. I understood his meaning when he said he could not tell just how bad she was hurt. He knows, but he would not say."
"He knows what?"
"That she is injured internally—that she will not recover."
Frank was shocked.
"Havener, Havener!" he cried, "you can't be right about this! You must be mistaken! You have imagined what is not true."
The desperate man shook his head gloomily.
"No," he declared, "it is not imagination. I feel it in my heart. I shall not let that whelp get away! His life shall pay for her life! For it was he who murdered her!"
Frank looked into Havener's eyes, and what he saw there made him shudder. It seemed that the man was insane for the time.
"Wait," Merry urged—"wait and see. Cassie may be all right in the morning."
"I'll take no chance of letting him get away. It is useless to talk to me, Merriwell. My mind is made up. I shall shoot him on sight!"