"The sloop!" Bart cried, rousing himself.
Merriwell lifted himself and looked. It was the sloop, sure enough. A little to the southward of east, with its dingy sails furled and their bulging shapes turned to great lumps of gold, with the mast standing out in dark tracery against the red skyline, lay the fishing-sloop.
"It"s the same!" Merry exclaimed.
"Sure! There can"t be any doubt about it."
"And she has cast anchor."
"What does that mean?"
"She is a fishing-sloop, and I"ve an idea we must be on the fishing-grounds off the Jersey or New York coast. There is no other explanation. She is out here on a fishing-trip."
"And Inza?"
"We"ll have to wait for her to clear that mystery away."
"What will we do? If those fellows are deaf, there is no use in shouting."
"We are drifting toward her, you see. We"ll be alongside before dark, if this continues."
"Then we"ll get on board of her!"
"And we"ll find out a few things, if we have to knock those fellows on the head."
The thought was so exhilarating that the warm blood was again driven through their veins, and the numbness seemed in a measure to go out of their chilled bodies. Nothing is so reviving as hope. And hope was theirs again. The raft drifted so slowly and Bart was so eager that he wanted to leap into the sea and swim to the vessel.
"Let us save our strength," was Merriwell"s advice. "We are going straight there. We will probably need all the strength we have."
"I see only one man. He is pottering about near the cabin."
"The other is aboard somewhere. And you noticed that dog? If he puts up a fight, too, I"ve an idea that he will be worse than either of the men."
The progress of the little raft was tantalizingly slow, but it moved steadily, and after the sun had set and while the darkness was gathering on that great expanse of water, it swung close in under the stern of the sloop. Not a sound was heard aboard of her as she lazily lifted and rolled on the heaving swell.
Frank took his shoes in one hand, but thought it not well to burden himself with the extra coat.
"Now!" he whispered. "Let the raft go. We can cut that boat loose if we have to trust to the sea again. Follow me!"
Then he slipped silently into the sea, Hodge imitating his example.
Softly swimming round to the bow, Frank got hold of a chain that ran down from the bowsprit.
"Here," he softly whispered. "Lay hold of this, and come right up after me."
"I"ll be there!" Hodge whispered back.
Then, hampered by the shoes, Merry climbed slowly aboard, and Bart swung up after him. Together they dropped to the deck, and crouched low, with the water running in rivulets from their clothing.
Frank felt softly about, and his hands fell on a club-like maul which fishermen use for stunning the large fish they catch. There was nothing else near in the shape of a weapon. He pa.s.sed the maul to Bart, and clutched one of the shoes as a club in his right hand.
"Good luck!" he softly whispered. "How are you?"
Hodge was chilled to the bone, and his teeth were fairly chattering.
"I"m all right. A bit chilly, but I guess things will be warm enough for me in a few minutes. I"m ready. Go on!"
A dark form was standing beside the cuddy. But for his certainty that the men were deaf, or nearly so, Merriwell would not have indulged in even this whispered conversation. He crept now toward this man, with Hodge crawling at his heels, and when near enough, leaped on the man with a sudden and disconcerting pounce.
Though the surprise must have been great, the man, who was large and strong, wheeled round to resist the attack, and the large dog, which had before been seen, sprang up from the deck and flew at Merriwell"s throat. The ready club in the hands of Bart Hodge tumbled the dog over with a howl, and Merry and the big fisherman began to struggle in the growing darkness for the mastery.
To and fro on the deck they reeled. The dog leaped up again and tried to come to the a.s.sistance of its master, but turned upon Hodge when he struck at it again with the maul. Its eyes seemed b.a.l.l.s of green fire in the gloom, and the hoa.r.s.e growl that came from deep down in its throat was anything but pleasant to hear.
But Bart Hodge met its onset with a stout heart, raining his blows with such swiftness and precision that it dropped to the deck. Then he hurried to the a.s.sistance of Merriwell. But Frank was already the victor. Though the man had the strength of an ox, he had not Merriwell"s science and skill in fighting, and Frank had not only knocked the breath out of him, but had hurled him to the deck.
"That rope, Bart! It is right here. I tripped over it. Tie him!"
A cry followed this--a cry from Inza. She rushed out of the cuddy door, and after her sprang a man with a lighted lantern.
Hodge faced toward this man, intending to fell him with the club.
"Frank! Frank!" Inza cried. "I knew you would come, Frank!"
Then she noticed the uplifted club.
"Don"t strike him, Bart!"
She threw herself between Hodge and the man with the lantern. Merriwell was still holding down the man he had conquered.
"What is it?" he questioned, looking up and trying to read Inza"s meaning by the light of the lantern.
"The men are deaf!" said Inza. "They rescued me from a piece of boat, to which I clung after the collision!"
The man with the lantern seemed about to spring upon Frank in spite of Hodge"s threatening club. Inza touched him on the arm.
"Friends!" she screamed, in an endeavor to make him hear.
CHAPTER XXIV.
INZA"S STORY.
The man did not hear Inza, but he felt the touch, and, turning quickly about, caught something of her meaning in her manner. The deaf are wonderfully quick in such things. He made a horrible grimace and pointed at Merriwell. Again she laid a hand restrainingly on his shoulder.
"Let the man up, Frank," she urged. "The fellows are harmless enough, but they are as deaf as adders!"
"Look out for the dog!" Frank warned.