She realized the peril of any attempt she could make
to save Inza, and she boldly took the risk.
A hundred voices were screaming at the big brute, which crouched with
undulating tail and open jaws; but not another person seemed to be
moving toward Elsie to render her assistance, with the exception of
Frank Merriwell.
He saw the girl pick up the iron goad. Then Elsie Bellwood leaped
between the tiger and Inza. As she did so she lifted the goad. The tiger
turned its attention from Inza to Elsie, and the latter struck at it, as
if the goad were a spear.
Frank Merriwell heard the click of a revolver at his side. He saw a man
shakily lifting it.
"Permit me!" he gasped, and plucked it from the man's hand.
The revolver went up, flashing for a moment in the sunshine. A quick,
sharp report rang out. The bullet, sent with true and steady aim, by the
hand of Frank Merriwell, ploughed through the tiger's brain, and the
beast flattened out convulsively, and began to kick and writhe in its
death agonies.
Hearing the report and seeing the animal fall, Elsie's uplifted hand
fell, she swayed like a wind-blown vine, and dropped heavily down across
the form of Inza Burrage.
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.
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