"Maurel," said the Frenchman, speaking to his companion, "t'row ze
insolent dog ovareboard!"
"Oui, monsieur!"
Quick as thought the man sprang toward Harry, as if determined to
execute the command of his master.
He did not put his hands on Rattleton, for Frank was equally swift in
his movements, and blocked the fellows' way, coolly saying:
"I wouldn't try it if I were you."
"Out of ze way!" snarled the man, who was an athlete in build. "If you
don't, I put you ovare, too!"
"I don't think you will."
"Put him ovare, Maurel," ordered the Frenchman, with deadly coolness.
The athletic servant clutched Frank, but, with a twist and a turn, Merry
broke the hold instantly, kicked the fellow's feet from beneath him, and
dropped him heavily to the deck.
Bruce Browning stooped and picked the man up as if he were an infant.
Every year seemed to add something to the big collegian's wonderful
strength, and now the astounded Frenchman found himself unable to
wiggle.
Browning held the man over the rail turning to Frank to ask:
"Shall I give him a bath, Merriwell?"
"I think you hadn't better," laughed Frank. "Perhaps he can't swim,
and--"
"He can swim or sink," drawled Bruce. "It won't make any difference if
he sinks. Only another insolent Frenchman out of the way."
The master was astounded. Up to that moment he had regarded the young
Americans as scarcely more than boys and he had fancied his athletic
servant could easily frighten them.
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