While the shades of evening were gathering1 at the foot of the mountain they sat over their coffee in the cool dining room of the hotel and chatted.
Now, for a wonder, the Mexican was strangely silent. On his face there lay a soft shadow and his eyes seemed full of dreamy, far-away sadness. Even when Frank told a humorous story that set all the others in a shout of laughter, Del Norte remained absorbed and silent, not even smiling slightly.
Ere the party rose from the table the Mexican got up, excused himself, and strolled out. He was not on the broad veranda2 when the others left the dining room and took their seats outside.
Some of the male members of the party smoked, Browning declining a cigar and asking leave to light his pipe, which was freely granted, as he had taken a seat to the leeward4 of the others.
Creeping along with surprising closeness to the shore, they saw below them one of the huge white steamers which ply5 between Boston and Bangor. At that distance, as it rounded the point and swung into the little harbor, it looked like a toy boat. The sound of its hoarse6 whistle came up to their ears, mellowed7 and made musical by the distance.
Twilight8 was on the harbor, and the steamer was glowing with lights when it crept out once more and continued on its course. Already at a bound scores of electric lights had gleamed forth9 down at the foot of the mountain. The town was illumined.
“Se?or del Norte should be here,” said Crossgrove. “I wonder where he is.”
The stars came out one by one, growing clearer and plainer as the last remnant of day was smothered10 by the advancing night.
“Yes, Se?or del Norte should be here,” said the captain’s daughter. “Look yonder to the east. See that glow of light. The moon will rise soon.”
There was little talk, and that in low tones, as the huge, round moon came pushing up in the east and flooded the bay with its light. It was so cool that the ladies gladly accepted the wraps brought them by some of the men. Still, it was not cold enough to be disagreeable. The air was clear and winelike. But the beauty of the night took hold of them one and all.
For some time Inza had been strangely silent and moody11. In vain Frank had tried to arouse her. She protested that nothing was the matter, yet finally she arose and left the veranda without asking him to join her. He watched her with a restless feeling, and finally called after her, asking where she was going.
“Come on and you will find out,” she answered, with a short laugh. “See if you can catch me.”
The others watched the pursuit with languid interest. They saw Inza flit from bush to bush, from rock to rock, with Merry laughingly pursuing. Before long both had vanished, but still, for a few minutes, their voices were to be heard.
Inza was successful in avoiding Frank for some time. Once he thought he had her safely overtaken, only to find she was not crouching12 in a shadow of a bush where he fancied she must be. At last he paused in perplexity, realizing he had lost all trace of her.
“Inza!” he called. “Where are you?”
A sudden fear came upon him. What if something had happened to her? Once more he called her name.
Out of the shadows something came, moving swiftly, and a moment later a bareheaded, panting man dashed up and seized Frank’s arm.
“Merciful heavens, se?or!” cried the familiar voice of Del Norte, “who was the lady? I caught barely a glimpse of her! It’s the most frightful15 thing! We must hasten to find her, for she may be yet alive.”
“What’s that?” hastily demanded Merry, grasping the Mexican in turn. “What are you talking about, Del Norte?”
“Why did she do it?” moaned the Mexican, releasing his hold on Frank to wring16 his hands. “She seemed distracted. She seemed crazy. I saw her flit along, but didn’t dream she meant to leap from the precipice17.”
With sudden fear, Merry gave the panting man a shake.
“What are you talking about, you crazy imbecile?” he demanded. “It was Inza Burrage you saw!”
“Merciful saints!” moaned the Mexican, seeming ready to collapse18 with horror. “The beautiful Se?orita Inza? And I saw her plunge19 over the precipice to her death! A moment before I was looking from the brink20 myself into the black treetops down below. The shadows are deep and dark down there.”
“Take me to the spot!” cried Frank.
“Hasten, then!” palpitated the Mexican. “I will show you where it happened. Oh, the beautiful se?orita! She has gone to her death! Not even a cry did she utter! What a frightful thing, Se?or Merriwell!”
Frank followed the Mexican, who quickly led him to the verge21 of a high cliff, over which he declared the girl had rushed without pause and without sound of any sort.
Frank bent22 forward and peered over. Beneath him the bluff23 dropped almost straight down. Far below in the shadows he could see the tops of many trees growing thickly.
A sudden feeling of doubt and uncertainty24 swept over him. It seemed utterly25 preposterous26 that Inza in gay spirits should rush blindly over that precipice. Had she done such a thing by accident or miscalculation, surely she would have uttered a cry as she fell. Like a flash he whirled on Del Norte, and he was barely in time to save his own life, for he discovered the Mexican in the act of thrusting him over the brink of the precipice.
Quick as thought, Merry clutched Del Norte’s wrists and clung to them.
“You dog!” he said, in a low tone, as they both tottered27 on the very edge of the cliff. “If I go, you go with me.”
“Fiends take you!” hissed28 the vindictive29 and treacherous30 Mexican. “Why did you turn? One second more and you would have found yourself falling to your death!”
Even as he panted these words, the wretch31 tried to squirm clear of Merry’s clutch and send him over the brink. He was like an eel3 in his writhings, yet Frank managed to hold fast to him.
“If I go, you go, too!” palpitated the young American.
“You shall not escape!” hissed the other, his dark eyes glaring in the moonlight.
“Then say your prayers, Porfias del Norte, for your end comes with mine!”
Frank felt that it was useless to shout for help. Long before any one on the veranda could answer the cry and reach the spot, the encounter would be over and one or the other would be victorious32.
The moon was well up by this time, and its bright light fell full upon the two men battling for their very lives at the brink of that frightful precipice. All around them the world appeared calm, and still, and at peace. They alone of all human creatures, it seemed, were aroused by beastlike passions, seeking to destroy each other.
Del Norte had approached Merry in such a manner that Frank was at a decided33 disadvantage. He was swaying over the very brink of the cliff when he clutched the Mexican’s wrist. Being somewhat heavier than his antagonist34, there was danger that Frank’s weight would drag them both to their doom35.
“Let go!” suddenly urged the Mexican, taking a grip on the collar of the youth. “Let go and I will hold you. I don’t mean to push you over. It’s all a joke, se?or. Look out! The ground is slipping beneath your feet!”
In this manner the Mexican did his best to deceive Frank, and a moment later the two men were locked in each other’s arms, each seeking to hurl38 the other prostrate39.
“May the fiends take you!” panted Del Norte. “What evil spirit saved you from my hands? You turned just in time.”
“The blood of Guerrero, the bandit, runs strong in your veins,” said Merry. “You dare not fight the battle out between us in the courts, but you seek by murder to secure your ends.”
“Tell the truth, you treacherous dog!” commanded Frank, with his hands at the fallen man’s throat. “Did you see Inza Burrage?”
“Yes, I saw her.”
“Where did she go?”
“She fled past me as I stood in the shadow of some bushes.”
“You lied when you said she fell over the precipice?”
“It was a little stratagem42 of mine, Se?or Merriwell; that’s all. She didn’t fall over the precipice. No! no! Had she done so my heart would have been broken! I should have been crushed by the frightful horror of it. Oh, I am not afraid of you, dog of a gringo! You have me down, but to your face I tell you that I love her and she shall yet be mine! Now, do your worst!”
“You poor fool!” laughed Frank harshly. “You’re not worth kicking over the cliff! Don’t deceive yourself with foolish dreams. And let me give you this warning: Keep away from Inza Burrage if you value your life!”
“Bah! You speak boldly now, for you have conquered by your brute43 strength. It’s not the strength of the brute that wins in the end; it’s the brains of the wise man. You think you’re wise and crafty44, but in the end you shall know that Porfias del Norte is a thousand times your superior.”
He turned to move away, but as he did so Del Norte, who had risen to his knees, suddenly clutched Merry by both legs and once more sought to hurl him over the cliff.
Only by dropping, quickly doubling himself at the hips47 and clutching the Mexican about the shoulders, did Frank prevent the treacherous scoundrel from accomplishing his dastardly design.
Taken thus at a disadvantage, it was not strange Merry could not prevent his enemy from rising to an upright position. Then once more the Mexican exerted all his strength to hurl Merry over the brink. To the right and to the left they swayed. Once they staggered to within a foot of the edge.
Frank sought to break the other man’s hold, and this he finally accomplished48 just as Del Norte made an upward surge and thrust out a foot in an effort to trip the American.
The Mexican’s heel struck something, and a moment later, with a shrill49 cry of horror, he found himself tottering50 at the edge of the bluff.
Merry leaped forward with one hand outstretched in an effort to grasp the fellow and save him from that fall.
Too late!
Beneath Porfias del Norte’s feet the ledge crumbled, and, with another cry of despair, the miserable51 wretch dropped from view, turning over and over as he fell.
It happened that Inza Burrage, who had concealed52 herself some distance away, being directed by the sound of voices during the struggle, had approached the cliff just in time to witness Del Norte fall. To her horrified53 eyes it seemed that Frank sprang forward with hand outthrust and hurled the wretched Mexican over the precipice. She stopped in her tracks, turned to stone by what she had witnessed.
Merry stood for a moment or two as if horrified. As he dropped on his hands and knees and peered over the brink, he heard a crashing sound amid the treetops far, far below.
“They will find a dead Mexican down there!” he muttered.
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