It had very few guests as yet.
From it a number of messages were sent to New York and received from there by our friends that evening--messages from Elsie and Mr.Burrage, and from other members of the party that had been on the _Merry Seas_.
Though fairly tired out by his exhausting experiences, from which the long hours on the fishing-sloop had not enabled him to recuperate, Frank Merriwell was not able to sleep until a late hour.

His thoughts were of Barney Mulloy.

In memory he traveled the round of the Fardale days.

The death of Mulloy in that terrible manner had upset him more than he had realized.

He had not felt it so much during his exciting experiences and while weighted down with anxiety concerning the fate of the _Merry Seas_.
"I just can't sleep!" he muttered, seating himself at last by a window and looking out toward the sea, along a greensward on which the moonlight fell lovingly.