He knocked them aside, he hurled them away as if they were children.

They could not stand before him for an instant.
There was a cry from below.
"Pull away, up there!" It was Frank's voice.
Willing hands seized the rope.

There was a heavy weight at the end of it.

They dragged the weight up, with the smoke rolling into their faces in a cloud that grew denser and denser.
And up through the smoke came Sport Harris, irons and all, with the ends of the rope tied about his waist! Frank had found Harris, and here the fellow was.
They untied the rope from Sport's waist in a hurry.

Then they lowered it again.
"Pull away!" Frank Merriwell was dragged up through the smoke.
"Now," said Browning, "down goes the hatch!" And it was slammed into place in a hurry, holding the smoke back..