"The man with the cock-eye!" exclaimed Merriwell.
"Sure as you live!" cried Hodge, who had followed Frank to the deck. "It's Hicks."
"So that scoundrel has dared venture into Green's
Landing so soon," said Frank, grimly. "And he knows he did not succeed in his foul attempt to murder me!"
"Eh?" exclaimed the little man, in surprise. "What's that? Murder? Did he——"
"Never mind," interrupted Frank, eying the man in gray, as if seeking to read his thoughts. "I have a little affair to settle with Mr. Hicks, and the worst recommendation you could have is the fact that he sent you here. He simply surmised that I contemplated returning to Devil Island."
"But don't you?"
"That is my affair, Mr. Cooler. In no case do I propose to carry passengers."
"I am not passengers. I am simply a passenger. I won't bother you a bit. Even if you are not going to the island, I'll pay you to land me there."
"You seem very anxious to reach the place."