He made such a swift rush at Frank that Merry was not able to dodge again, and he received a slight blow on the cheek.
Frank’s eyes flashed, and he grappled with Stanford.
Whirling the fellow about, he grasped him by the collar and a convenient portion of the trousers he wore.
“You are excited, my dear sir,” said Merriwell, gently. “What you need is a nice chance to cool off. I think I will give you an opportunity to do so.”
Then he ran the frightened and frantic nobleman to the edge of the pier and kicked him off into the water.
“There,” said Frank, as he stood looking down, having thrust his hands into his pockets, “that will be a fine thing for you.”
Lord Stanford came up, spouting like a whale.
“Murder!” he cried. “He means to drown me!”
“Oh, no; only give you a bath,” said Frank, soberly.
Then he heard a shrill cry of fear behind him, and whirled to see that the sailor had seized Inza.