CHAPTER VII.
FRIENDS.
The crack of the revolver and the fall of the tiger seemed to break the spell that had held and made cowards of the throng.

A dozen men leaped toward the girls.

But Merriwell reached them first.

He lifted Elsie, who had merely fallen in a faint, as he saw; and, passing her to a student whom he recognized, he bent anxiously over Inza.
There was a bruise and a fleck of blood on the upper part of her face.
"Inza!" he said, lifting her tenderly and seeking to arouse her.

"Are you much hurt, Inza ?" The words and tone seemed to call her back from the land of death.