He thought of having Merriwell arrested for running him down, but thought better of it, as he realized the accident had happened because his own helmsman had swung directly into the course of the Greyhound, which Merriwell would not have trouble in proving.
He suspected that Ephraim Gallup had done the trick intentionally, but that was something he could not prove.
In less than an hour Inza and her parent were ready to leave the yacht, and with them went Frank and his friends, including Ephraim.
“Won’t stay another minit, b’gosh!” said the Yankee lad.
It was not long after this that the two boats separated, and Frank’s yacht was headed for Santa Barbara.
As they parted Lord Stanford shook his fist at Frank, at which the boy from Yale simply laughed.
The run to Santa Barbara was made without special incident, and here Frank and Inza separated for the time being.
The weather proved delightful, and the boys concluded to take it easy at this ideal spot in the land of sunshine and flowers.
“We need a rest after such a chase,” said Frank, to the crowd, as they rested under some trees, two days after landing.
Just then came a cry of pain from Hans.