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.