"I am
sorry for you, Harris."
"Sorry! Bah! You lie! Why do you tell me that?"
"It is the truth. You brought this on yourself, and so----"
"Don't tell me that again! You have told it enough! If I'd never seen
you, I'd not be here now. You brought it on me, Frank Merriwell. If I
die here in this cursed hole, you'll have something pleasant to think
about! You can laugh over it!"
"You shall not die here, Harris, if I can help it. I'll speak to the
captain about you."
The wretch stared at Merry, his eyes looking sunken and glittering.
Then, all at once, he crouched down there, his chains clanking, covered
his face with his hands and began to cry.
No matter what Harris had done, Frank was deeply pitiful then.
"I shall go directly to the captain," he promised, "and I'll ask him to
have you taken out of this place. I will urge him to have it done."
Harris said nothing.
Frank had seen enough, and he turned away. As they were moving off,
Harris began to scream and call to them, begging them not to leave him
there in the darkness.
Those cries cut through and through Frank Merriwell. He knew he was in
no way responsible for the fate that had befallen the fellow, and yet he
felt that he must do something for Harris.
He kept his word, going directly to the captain.
CHAPTER XII.
THE FINISH OF A THRILLING GAME.
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