She moaned feebly, and tried to put up a hand.

Half-lifting her in his arms, he looked around.
"Is there a surgeon here!" he called.
Elsie came back to consciousness with a shiver, and heard him call.

Her face had been very white, but it became pale as death.

The sight of Inza's bruised face and limp form upheld by Merriwell seemed to blur her brain again.

She caught at the arm of the student who was holding her, and by a great effort kept her senses.
"Is she dead, Frank ?" she whispered.
"No!" he answered.