Now the bully got upon his feet the second time. Blood was streaming down his face, and he was fast going blind. He looked around for Merriwell, but saw him dimly and indistinctly.
"Oh, hang you!" he cried. "You took me by surprise, and I can't see you now. If I could get hold of you——"
"But you can't do it, you know," said Frank, cheerfully, as he skipped out of the reach of his enemy's long arms.
Mason whirled around dizzily. He began to realize that it would be foolish to attempt to get the best of Merriwell then.
"Oh, I'll fix you for this—I will!" he grated.
"You think you will, but you won't," was the calm reply. "I shall be on the watch for you, and this is but a taste of what you'll get the next time you go up against me. Your days as a bully around here are over. I told you I would mark you, and I have. Whenever you look in a mirror for some time to come you will see something to remember me by."
"Whenever I look in a mirror for some time to come I shall remember you, and I'll repeat my vow to make you regret the day you ever saw me. Next time we meet to fight, I'll hammer you within an inch of your life!"
Then, holding a blood-stained handkerchief to his bleeding eye, he turned and hastened away.