"Strong?"
"As ever."
"That crack on the head——"
"Oh, I am all over that now. Go on, old man, and don't worry about me. You know that, as a rule, Frank Merriwell is able to take care of himself."
"That is a fact," nodded Browning. "But you are not armed. Here, you must take this revolver."
He held the weapon out to Merry.
"But then you will not have a weapon."
"I am all right," declared Bruce. "I can handle two or three ordinary fellows without a gun."
Fully aware of the giant's extraordinary strength, Frank knew he spoke the truth, and so he accepted the revolver.
"Now I have an idea," said Merriwell, "that you had better not return to the yacht by the path."