“Ah!” said Frank, with comprehension. “You have got one of our men in your clutches, eh?”
“Yep!” replied the Esquimau.
“Come aboard this airship and I’ll go with you.”
But this did not strike the wretch’s fancy.
“No, mebbe not,” he said, shaking his head violently. “Mebbe gib me guns!”
“Mebbe I won’t,” said Frank, sternly. “Come over, or die!”
He aimed a revolver at the villain. The Esquimau knew what that meant and began to beg.
“Mebbe no kill me. Sabe white man. He live, no kill me!”
“You diabolical shark, you!” cried Frank, grabbing the miscreant’s collar. “Come aboard here, and no fooling!”
And Frank pulled him over the rail where he lay cowering upon the deck.