Now the bully got upon his feet the second time. Blood was streaming down his face, and he was fast going blind. He looked around for Merriwell, but saw him dimly and indistinctly. "Oh, hang you!" he cried. "You took me by surprise, and I can't see you now. If I could get hold of you----" "But you can't do it, you know," said Frank, cheerfully, as he skipped out of the reach of his enemy's long arms. Mason whirled around dizzily. He began to realize that it would be foolish to attempt to get the best of Merriwell then. "Oh, I'll fix you for this--I will!" he grated. "You think you will, but you won't," was the calm reply. "I shall be on the watch for you, and this is but a taste of what you'll get the next time you go up against me. Your days as a bully around here are over. I told you I would mark you, and I have. Whenever you look in a mirror for some time to come you will see something to remember me by." "Whenever I look in a mirror for some time to come I shall remember you, and I'll repeat my vow to make you regret the day you ever saw me. Next time we meet to fight, I'll hammer you within an inch of your life!" Then, holding a blood-stained handkerchief to his bleeding eye, he turned and hastened away. CHAPTER XLIX. TO THE RESCUE. Danny Griswold danced and crowed with delight. "Oh, scissors!" cried the little fellow. "I don't mind the crack he gave me a bit. It was worth it to see him get done up like that. And it was done so quick!" The fellows at the fence rushed forward and gathered around Merriwell. "Never touched you at all, did he?" asked Creighton. "Didn't come within a hundred miles of me," smiled Frank. Then they got him by the hand, shook it, congratulated him, complimented him, expressed their wonder, and some of them almost seemed to doubt if they had actually seen Hock Mason done up in less than two minutes. "Quickest job on record," declared Silas Blossom. "Biff--biff--it was over. Didn't suppose he could be licked like that." "He wasn't licked," said Frank. "It is a mistake to think that. I took particular pains to give him the first soaker in the left eye, and that eye was closing up on him so he couldn't see out of it very well. Then I let him have the next one on the right eye, and skinned my knuckles, see? Those knuckles cut him over the eye, and he bled as if he had been stabbed. The blood got into his eye, and he was more than half blind. That was what stopped him, and I hoped all the time that I might do it, for I will confess that I have no desire to receive one of his prize-fighter thumps. I was lucky to do the trick just as I planned it." "And you had a nerve to stand up to him at all," said Deacon Dunning. "Especially here on the campus at this time of day, when it would mean something serious if the faculty knew of the fight."