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.