“I may.”
“Not much. To-night you will be put where you will trouble no one in the future.”
Having uttered those ominous words, Flynn went on deck, followed by the others.
CHAPTER XV
TOWARD THE OPEN SEA.
Being left alone, Frank tried to devise some method of securing his freedom. From the sounds he could hear, it became evident that the anchor was being raised, the sails run up and the yacht gotten under way. This told that Flynn had carried the day in persuading the man he called Steve to run out from the island that night.
At last Merry understood just what sort of ruffian Flynn was, and he could not help feeling uneasiness over the final words of the man as he left the cabin.
Flynn had told Steve that he did not intend to do any killing, but his words had made it evident that he had a plan of disposing of his captive in a manner that would put that captive forever out of the way.
The wind was rising, and the White Wings heeled as soon as she was out of the cove into open water.
Flynn came down the companion way and entered the cabin. His eyes were glittering, and he grinned as he looked his captive over.