The fishing-sloop rocking on the long swell, the dog cowed and uncertain, one deaf man doubtingly flashing the lantern in the face of Bart Hodge, and the other swaying unsteadily on his feet, as if he contemplated making a blind rush at Merriwell.

In less than a minute Inza reappeared from the cuddy.

She held in her hand a piece of paper on which she had hastily written some explanatory sentences.

This she thrust beneath the nose of the man who held the lantern.
The effect was magical.

The lantern came down, something that sounded like an attempt at words gurgled in his throat, and he made a signal to the other fisherman, whose attitude also changed instantly.
"It's all right now!" Inza laughed, though the laugh sounded a bit hysterical.
"Well, I'm glad that it is!" said Merriwell.