He saw everything that occurred on the grating. He saw a man slip down
the ladder behind Frank and spring on his back. He saw that man hurl
Frank from the grating.
The stoker uttered a shout and ran toward the foot of the ladder,
expecting to find Frank laying there, severely injured or killed. He was
astounded when he saw the ready-witted youth grasp the grating, swing
in, strike the ladder, cling and slide.
Down Frank came with a rush, but he did not fall. He landed in the
stoke-hole without being severely injured. He was on his feet in a
twinkling, and up that ladder he went like a cat.
His assailant had darted up the ladder above and disappeared. Merry
reached the grating from which he had been hurled, and then he ran up
the other ladder.
He was soon in the engine-room.
In that room there was no excitement. The machinery was sliding and
swinging in a regular manner, while the engineer sat watching its
movements, talking to an assistant. Oilers and cleaners were at work.
"Where is he?" cried Frank, his voice sounding clear and distinct.
They looked at him in amazement.
"What's the matter?" asked the engineer, coming forward.
"I was attacked from behind and thrown into the stoke-hole," Merry
explained. "The fellow who did it came in here."
"Thrown into the stoke-hole?"
"Yes."
"From where?"
"The grating at the foot of the first ladder.
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