"Mr. Merriwell," said the captain, "I am very sorry that this happened on my ship."
"It's all right, captain," said Frank. "You are in no way to blame. The fellow shipped with the intention of doing just what he did, if he found an opportunity."
"It will go hard-with him," declared the master. "He'll not get out of this without suffering the penalty."
Harris was sullen and silent. Frank spoke to him before he was led away.
"Harris," he said, "you have brought destruction on yourself. I can't say that I arm sorry for you, for, by your persistent attacks on me, you have destroyed any sympathy I might have felt. You have ruined your own life."
"No!" snarled Sport. "You are the one! You ruined me! If I go to prison for this, I'll get free again sometime, and I'll not forget you, Frank Merriwell! All the years I am behind the bars will but add to the debt I owe you. When I come forth to freedom, I'll find you if you are alive, and I'll have your life!"
Then he was marched away between two stout men, his irons clanking and rattling.