“I thought you were going ashore?” “I have been ashore.” “Well, why didn’t you stay a while?” “I stayed more than two hours.” “Hey? What sort of a jolly are you giving me?” “No jolly at all. Turn out. You have been sleeping like a pig. I did think you were about as lazy as you could be before we started on this cruise, but you are getting worse and worse.” Browning rolled out of his bunk and sat up rubbing his eyes. It did not take Hans long to get supper ready, and they gathered about the table. As they ate, Frank told them of his adventure with Flynn. Diamond began to get excited as he listened, and he uttered a cry of rage when Frank told how the fellow tried to stab him. “Look here, Merriwell!” said the Virginian, hotly, “what are you going to do about this?” “Can’t do much,” said Frank. Then he told how Flynn took to his bicycle and got away. “And you let him go?” boiled Diamond. “If any man had done such a trick to me, I’d pursued him round the world, but I’d given him his deserts!” “Don’t doubt it,” smiled Frank. “If they had brought Flynn back, he’d been shoved.” “Why not shove him anyhow?” “I might, but it would make no end of trouble, you know.” “Never mind the trouble. Give it to the whelp!” “But it will spoil our trip down this way.” “How?” “I shall be forced to spend some time in pursuing the rascal, and, after he is caught, it will be necessary to have him tried. It will make no end of trouble and expense, and, by the time it’s all over, a good share of the time we have left during this vacation will be used up.” “Never mind,” said Jack. “We can stand it. Shove him, Merry. It takes considerable time to arouse you, but you are a bad man when you get started. Now is the time to get started. Don’t you think so, fellows?” “Oh, what’s the use to go to all that trouble?” said Bruce. “It won’t pay.” The Virginian gave the big fellow a look of scorn, started to say something, cut himself short, and began eating in a manner that showed his disgust. Frank told of the general invitation to accompany the wheelmen on the run to Northport. “Who wishes to go?” he asked. Hodge and Diamond expressed a desire to do so, while Hans said he would remain and look out for the yacht. Browning said he would stay with Hans. After supper they lounged under the awning a while, and Browning, who had taken up smoking again, lighted a cigar. “I am glad to see that isn’t a cigarette,” said Frank. “If you must smoke, smoke anything but cigarettes.” It was past six when Hans set Frank, Jack and Bart ashore and then rowed back to the yacht, under the awning of which Bruce still lounged, apparently fully contented. The trio walked up the street and arrived at the Windsor ahead of time. Harold Dustan was waiting for them, and he said: “Your wheel is ready for you, Mr. Merriwell. Will your friends go?” “Yes, they thought they would enjoy it.”