Browning was in his bunk, sleeping like a log. When he was aroused by Merry, he grunted:
“I thought you were going ashore?”
“I have been ashore.”
“Well, why didn’t you stay a while?”
“I stayed more than two hours.”
“Hey? What sort of a jolly are you giving me?”
“No jolly at all. Turn out. You have been sleeping like a pig. I did think you were about as lazy as you could be before we started on this cruise, but you are getting worse and worse.”
Browning rolled out of his bunk and sat up rubbing his eyes.
It did not take Hans long to get supper ready, and they gathered about the table. As they ate, Frank told them of his adventure with Flynn. Diamond began to get excited as he listened, and he uttered a cry of rage when Frank told how the fellow tried to stab him.
“Look here, Merriwell!” said the Virginian, hotly, “what are you going to do about this?”