This was very astonishing, but Frank Merriwell’s heart was filled with thankfulness to know that Hodge still lived. Hastily they talked over what had happened since the Jolly Sport was driven into the cove before the gale.
“Merry.”
“Yes, Bart.”
“Got a surprise for you.”
“What is it?”
“Don’t want to tell you now, but I know the captives—Capt. Horn’s captives. We must do something for them. You are full of schemes, old man; can’t you plan something now?”
“I can plan enough, but the trouble is to put the plans into execution. Where are the captives?”
“Beyond that door there.”
Frank saw a door at the farther end of the cabin. He had not noticed it before.
At this moment one of the sailors came down from above. The sound of hoisting the anchor had stopped, and it was evident that the man popped down to take a look at the captives and make sure they were all right, for he stopped but a moment.