"Oh, for a little more time!" panted Frank. But no more time was to be given him. He heard the voice of the boy outlaw crying: "Look up here, Frank Merriwell--look up! I have a little trick to show you." Frank looked upward, and he saw Black Harry leaning far out of the window. A knife glittered in the hand of the young desperado. "I am going to cut the rope!" came down to the ears of the boy and girl. "Poor fools! Did you think to escape me! You will go down to your death in the creek!" Frank clung with one hand to the rope, although the strain was terrible. With his other hand he drew one of the revolvers from his pocket, lifted it, took aim, fired. The weapon spoke just as Black Harry slashed at the rope. There was a shriek of pain, a human body shot out from the window, and, as it went whirling downward, the rope parted! Then down shot Frank and Lona to fall into the stream. They struck where the water was quite deep, and they were unharmed, although the girl was unconscious when our hero bore her to solid ground. As for Black Harry, he struck where some jagged rocks reared their heads from the water, and he lay there, in a huddled heap, and dead, forever past harming any living creature. And yet, as was afterward discovered by examination, he had not been touched by the bullet which Frank had fired up at him. He had been startled by the shot, had lost his balance, and had fallen to his death. Frank was trying to restore Lona to consciousness when he heard the rattle of rifle and revolver shots, the sound coming down faintly from above. Following it there was wild and continued cheering, and still more shooting. "It sounds like a battle," thought the boy. "I believe the outlaws have been attacked." He was right. For all that he fancied he had thrown his pursuers from the trail, Black Harry had been tracked to Cade's Canyon. The guard was captured while the assault on the hut was taking place, and then Hank Kildare, at the head of the trailers, swept down on the astonished braves. The battle was short and sharp, and but few of the outlaws escaped. Some were killed, and some were captured. One of the captured ruffians told them where to find Black Harry, Frank and the kidnaped girl. Lariats were tied together, and a line was made long enough to reach the bottom of the chasm. Lona Dawson was drawn up first, and then Frank tied the rope about the body of his double, permitting them to draw him to the top of the bluff. Frank came up last, and he found the men from Elreno in a rather dazed condition. "Is thar two Black Harrys?" asked one, staring at the dead boy, and then at his living counterpart. "Moses in der pulrushes!" groaned Solomon Rosenbum, who was on hand. "There vas only von, und he vas deat, vid der accent on der deat. Dat leds me oudt, und I don'd vas aple to take him pack East vor murter." "Take him back East for murder?" questioned a man. "What do you mean by that."