“Not so dark but he can run her out to open sea. The tide is high, too, so there’s not much danger of striking a ledge. Oh, don’t worry for the yacht! We’ll take care of her. You can think about yourself a little.”
Frank felt a sensation of rage rising within him.
“I will come out all right,” he declared.
“You won’t think so after a while, young man.”
“I have been in worse scrapes than this.”
“I doubt it.”
“I have, and I’m here now. I’ll tell you something, Mr. Flynn. The time will come, and it is not very far away, when you and I will settle our account.”
“That’s right,” nodded Flynn. “That time will come to-night. I shall put you into an open boat and set you adrift with the tide running out to sea and the wind northeast. You will not see daylight, for the tide and the wind will take care of you.”
There was a look of triumphant satisfaction on the evil face of the man, and Merriwell knew that he would carry out his dastardly plan. He would not kill Frank outright, but he would set him adrift with not one chance in a hundred for him to escape drowning.
It was not a pleasant prospect, but Merriwell kept his nerve and looked his enemy straight in the eye, quietly saying: