CHAPTER XLVII.

ALIVE!

"I don't know but suicide is his easiest way out of this scrape," said

Hodge.

"It is the only way he can escape hanging!" came from Fred Davis, who

seemed to be aroused to a point of relentless hatred for Bascomb.

"Merciful goodness!" came faintly from Reynolds, who seemed to be

weakening. "What a dreadful affair this is! I'd give anything in my

power to give if I were well out of it!"

"An' ye'd be gittin' out chape at thot, me hearty," declared Barney

Mulloy.

"If I'd ever dreamed what would come of it, horses couldn't have

dragged me into the affair!" almost whimpered Reynolds.

"An' now ye're in it, it won't do yez nivver a bit av good to whoine,

me b'y."

"All you can do is brace up and face it out," said Hodge. "That's what

the rest of us will have to do. It's likely we'll all be fired from

the academy for our shares in the business."

"I wouldn't mind that if it would bring Merriwell back all right,"

asserted Reynolds, and there was a sincere sound in his voice.

"We'd all take our medicine without a murmur if it would restore him to

life. He was the whitest boy that ever breathed!"

"I think you're right," admitted Rupert. "I don't like him, but I

presume that was my fault. Perhaps I was jealous because he was so

popular. He never did me a mean turn."

"Och! an' he nivver did anybody thot!" quickly put in Barney. "It wur

ivver a good turn, av it wur anything at all, at all."

And so, talking of Frank's virtues, the boys approached the camp. It

was decided among them that Hodge should report the affair to

Lieutenant Gordan, and they should all get into camp without being

challenged, if possible. For this purpose they separated, and slipped

in one by one, by various ways.

Hodge himself found a little difficulty in getting past the sentinel,

by whom he did not wish to be challenged and taken in custody, as there

would be a certain amount of red tape business that would delay him

from seeking the lieutenant immediately and making his report.

He finally succeeded in getting into camp, and hurried directly to his

own tent. As he entered, he was surprised to see a lamp had been

lighted, and somebody was wringing out a towel in the water-bucket, at

the same time having his head and face well swathed with another towel,

that was dripping wet.

"Well, who in thunder are you? and what are you up to here?" demanded

Bart, indignantly.

The fellow with the towel about his head pulled enough of it away from

his mouth to reply:

"Hello, Bart! I am soaking the red pepper out of my eyes, and

incidentally bathing my bruises at the same time. I couldn't see to

guard for all of Bascomb's blows."

Hodge reeled backward, and came near collapsing. He caught hold of the

tent pole at the front, and clung to it for support.

"Frank!" he cried, faintly.

"That's my name," affirmed the other, as he unwound the towel from

about his head, and looked at Bart with a pair of very red eyes. "You

look as if you saw a ghost."

"Well, I couldn't be more surprised if I saw a whole regiment of

ghosts. Is it really you--alive?"

"To be sure."

"But--but--didn't you go over Black Bluff?"

"Yes."

"Then how do you happen to be here? It can't be you fell all the way

down into the water, and then swam out?"

"No."

"Then what did happen? For mercy sake, tell me, and relieve me of this

suspense."

"Why, I didn't fall far--not more than ten feet. I struck on a shelf,

and lay there stunned."

"And Bascomb clung to some vines till we pulled him back to the top of

the bluff."

"Those vines fell all around the shelf I was on, and I was half-covered

with them when I recovered enough to thoroughly realize my position.

It is likely that, while he was clinging to them, Bascomb partly

covered me with them by winding his legs about them, thus changing

their position after I fell."

"And he covered you so that the vines and the darkness prevented us

from seeing you."

"I suppose so."

"But why didn't you answer? Davis called to you more than twenty

times."

"I was stunned, and I did not hear him at first. When I did hear, it

was impossible for me to answer, although I tried to do so."

"And we went away and left you there."

"Yes."

"How did you get off the ledge?"

"My strength came to me swiftly when I realized my position. As soon

as possible, realizing I was alone, I sought a way to get to the top of

the bluff. I was successful, for I found some clefts in the rock for

my feet, and, aided by the vines, I climbed up. Then I lost little

time in getting into camp, for I didn't know what sort of a report you

fellows would bring. I did not expect to reach camp ahead of you, but

it seems that I did, although I had not been in the tent two minutes

when you showed up."

Up to this moment Hodge had held off, as if not quite able to believe

it possible Frank had escaped. Now, with a cry of joy, he sprang

forward and embraced his comrade.

"This is the happiest moment of my life, Frank!" he declared, with

tears of joy in his eyes. "Why, I was about to report you as dead, and

start out an expedition to search for your body! I couldn't have felt

so bad had you been my own brother. Davis is distracted. He has

charged Bascomb with murder, and swears he will stick to it in court.

Mulloy was also inclined to look on it as a case of murder, and Bascomb

became so scared that he ran away while we were returning to camp.

Reynolds said Bascomb swore he was going to commit suicide."

Frank straightened up quickly.

"Look here, Hodge," he said, "you must act, and you must act swiftly.

I do not want to go to Lieutenant Gordan in this condition; but you

must go to him, and tell him that Bascomb seems to be out of his head

and has run away, threatening to kill himself. The lieutenant will be

sure to send out a detachment to search for the poor fellow. If you

see Mulloy, tell him I am all right, and get him to keep Davis still.

The plebe mustn't blow the story all over camp. Let everybody know I

am all right. As soon as I can soak this red pepper out of my eyes,

I'll be ready to help in the search for Bascomb, if I am needed. Go

quickly!"

"All right; I'm off."

Hodge darted out of the tent, and Frank wrapped another wet towel about

his head and eyes.

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