“I s’pose so.”
“Those friends will be looking for Merriwell and the other fellow before long.”
“That’s likely.”
“They may find the other fellow floating in the water, but I don’t want them to find Merriwell or know what became of him. He will disappear this night. If the fish do not eat him, his body may be found floating in the bay some time.”
Frank felt a chill run along his spine as he heard the cold-blooded words of his enemy.
“I didn’t hire out to do no killin’, or have any hand in it,” said Flynn’s companion.
“Nor am I going to do any killing, but I think Mr. Merriwell can be disposed of without much trouble. Stand by me, Steve, and I’ll double the sum I agreed to pay you.”
“It’s according to what you are goin’ to do,” muttered the man.
“I’ll tell you my plan after we get on board the yacht.”
Now Frank Merriwell knew the full extent of his danger. He realized that Flynn was a ruffian of the most desperate character, who would not stop at anything in order to put a foe out of the way.