Once before Frank had fought for his life near that spot, but then he had been attacked by two men. Both of those men, however, had been scarcely less dangerous than this one, who fought with fury and possessed astonishing strength.
“Steady, fellow!” cried Frank, trying to hold the man off. “Are you a raving maniac? Why do you wish to kill me?”
“You know!”
“I do not know.”
“For her sake!”
“That’s where you’re daffy,” declared Merry, getting a hold that enabled him to baffle the efforts of the man for a time. “Why should you attack me for her sake?”
“Because you deserve death!”
Frank was not obtaining much light, and he grew disgusted and angry with the man.
“I believe you’re a raving maniac!” he exclaimed. “Who is this girl, anyhow?”
“You know.”