Harris attempted to fling Frank beneath this bar, where he
would be struck and crushed.
The villain nearly succeeded, so swift and savage was his attack.
Frank realized that the purpose of the wretch was to fling him into the
machinery, and he braced himself to resist as quickly as possible.
Shouts of consternation broke from the engineer and his assistant. They
sprang forward to seize Harris and help Frank.
But, before they could interfere, Frank broke the hold of his enemy,
forced him back and struck him a terrible blow between the eyes felling
him instantly.
Merriwell stood over Harris, his hands clenched his eyes gleaming.
"Get up!" he cried. "Get up you dog! I can't strike you when you are
down, and I'd give a hundred dollars to hit you just once more!"
But Harris did not get up. He realized that his second attempt had
failed, and he stood in awe of Frank's terrible fists. He looked up at
those gleaming eyes, and turned away quickly, feeling a sudden great
fear.
Did Frank Merriwell bear a charmed life?
Surely it seemed that way to Harris just then. For the first time,
perhaps, the young rascal began to believe that it was not possible to
harm the lad he hated with all the intensity of his nature.
The engineer and his assistants grabbed Harris and held him, the former
swearing savagely.
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