CHAPTER XXIX.
THE END OF A TRAITOR.
Frank smiled grimly to himself as he floated in the water.
"No more bullets, eh?" he muttered.
He struck out vigorously, but instead of making for the nearest British boat, he swam directly toward the craft in which Davis remained standing.
"I'll get you this time, Mr. Davis," the lad muttered through his teeth.
Davis saw him coming and something must have told him that this time the lad would overcome him. He stooped over and picked up a second revolver. This, too, he levelled directly at the lad and pulled the trigger. But this weapon also was empty.
Now fear suddenly took possession of Davis. He dropped to the thwart, seized a pair of oars and began to row.
But he had delayed too long; for at that moment Frank's left hand grasped the gunwale. Quickly Davis raised himself in the boat, and, brandishing an oar aloft, brought it down in an effort to crush the lad's head. Frank saw the blow coming and dived just in time. Davis again sat down and began to row.
A minute later Frank came up by the side of the boat and seized it in both hands. In vain Davis tried to steady the craft. Frank's effort was too powerful to resist and the little craft capsized, hurling Davis into the water.