He hurried in the direction, and caught a faint glimpse of two forms struggling behind a number of bushes.
Coming closer, he saw that Raymond had Frank by the throat and was forcing him over into the water.
As Bob dashed forward, there was a splash, and Frank went over, while Raymond caught up a club to hit him should he attempt to rise.
“Don’t you dare to strike, Raymond!”
At the sound of Bob’s voice the hotel-keeper turned quickly.
“What do you want?”
“Let my friend up.”
“Hit him, Bob,” exclaimed Frank, faintly.
“Where is Casco?” asked Raymond as he began to retreat.
“Never mind,” returned the young photographer.