“You’re dazed. Somebody did hit you. I saw you toss one chap into the water and grapple with the other. Then the old man knocked you down with his cane.”
Frank grew excited.
“I was fighting for Inza!” he exclaimed. “I remember it now! So her father knocked me out? Where have they taken her?”
“They took her away in a boat, although she struggled to break away and reach you,” answered Chandler. “They are on board that yacht out there now.”
He pointed toward Lord Stanford’s yacht, where it was seen that sailors were making hasty preparations to get under weigh, but no sign of the Englishman, Inza, or Mr. Burrage could be seen.
Frank Merriwell straightened up with a sudden return of strength that was, to say the least, astonishing.
“So they have carried her on board?” he said, quickly. “And it is plain they will be away directly. Mr. Chandler, I believe you have a boat?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Where is it?”
“There it lays.”