the body?"

Then came a cry of anger from Diamond and a cry of surprise and relief
from the spectators.

Frank Merriwell, with that peculiar twisting movement of his wrist, had
torn the rapier from the Virginian's hand.

The blade fell clanging to the floor, and Merriwell stepped back, with
the point of his rapier lowered.

Snarling savagely, Diamond made a catlike spring and snatched up the
weapon he had lost.

"On guard!" he cried, madly. "The end is not yet! I'll kill you or
you'll kill me!"

There was a clash of steel, and then the fight was on with more fury
than before.

Diamond was utterly reckless. He left a dozen openings where Frank could
have run him through. But Merriwell was working to repeat the trick of a
few seconds before.

The frightened spectators were beginning to think of intervening, when
once again Diamond was disarmed.

At the same moment there came a heavy knocking at the door.

One fellow, who had been on guard, ran in from a corridor and cried:

"It's the faculty! Somebody has given them wind of this!"

"Here! here!" called a freshman. "Follow me!"

They did so, and he led them to a back window, out of which they
clambered.

Diamond was the last to get out, and just as he touched the ground
somebody came around the corner and grabbed him.

"I have one of them!" shouted a voice, which he recognized as belonging
to one of the faculty.

He struggled to break away, but could not.

Then somebody dashed back to his side, caught hold of him, and with
wonderful strength tore him from the grasp of the man.

"Run!" panted Frank Merriwell's voice in his ear.

And they ran away together, and in a short while were safe in their
rooms.

It turned out that it was not the faculty that had tried to get in where
the duel was taking place, but some of the sophs. At the time he turned
back to rescue Diamond, however, Frank had believed the Virginian was in
the grasp of one of the professors.

Merriwell was regarded as more of a wonder than ever when it became
generally known that he had twice disarmed the Virginian in a duel with
rapiers--or a "fencing contest," as the matter was openly spoken of by
those who discussed it.

But Bruce Browning, king of sophomores, was awaiting an opportunity to
get at Frank.

CHAPTER X.

AT MOREY'S.

"Say, fellows, this thing must stop!"

Puss Parker banged his fist down upon the table as he made this emphatic
declaration, the blow caus