“I’m Frank Chadwick, an American,” was the answer. “Untie my hands and I’ll tell you all about it.”
Jack did as he was requested, and then Frank motioned toward the upper bunk just across from him.
“We’ll perform the same operation there, and then we’ll have a talk,” he said.
Jack approached the bunk indicated, and perceived a second bound form. Quickly the two lads untied him, and the man slid to the floor and stretched himself.
“Thanks,” he said, rubbing his hands. “I’m glad to get out of that.”
“What’s this all about, anyhow?” demanded Jack, in great surprise.
Frank gave an account of his adventures after meeting the little American with the red sweater in Naples. Then the man who had been tied in the bunk repeated the story he had told Frank when the lad had first entered the cabin, adding that his name was Albert Hetherington.
“But how do you come to be here?” he demanded of Jack.
Jack explained.
“Well,” exclaimed Hetherington, “you have put your head into a hornet’s nest, young man.”