"Don't you pelief I vos goin' to stayed here alone!" squawked the Dutch boy. "You don'd plaid dot tricks on me!" Jack tried to argue with him--tried to convince him that there could be no danger in remaining on board the yacht; but Hans was obstinate, and the effort failed. "You don'd fool me dot vay," he fiercely exclaimed. "I don'd stayed alone here, dot vos all." It became plain that one of the boys would have to remain with him. Hodge had returned with the proper ammunition, and Jack was not supplied with a gun. "Well," he said, fiercely, "I was the first one who wanted to go after Merriwell, but I seem to be left out of it. All right! I may come later. Perhaps you will need me." "Perhaps so," confessed Bart, grimly. "Give us plenty of time to make a circuit of the island and return here. Then, if we have not appeared, you will have a reason for coming." "Und I vill come mit him," put in Hans. "Don't leave the _White Wings_ unless you feel it is for the best. We are going prepared for trouble, and it will be a warm crowd that gets the best of us. Come on." Away went Bart and the big Yale man, scrambling up the bank with their guns and quickly disappearing into the bushes. Bart took the lead, but Browning was at his heels, swinging along with a stride that covered ground swiftly. There was a look of intense anxiety on the face of the giant. Round the island to the quarry they went, down the railroad they hurried, and soon they were in sight of the spot where not many hours before Frank had nearly lost his life. Browning drew a breath of relief when they did not find the mangled body of Merriwell stretched on the track. Somehow he had felt it was possible the wretches had captured Frank and completed their work at last, and he was dreading to walk down that railroad, fearing he should find the friend he loved and admired dead upon the rails. "He is not here." The words came from Hodge, and they were exactly what Bruce was thinking. "No." "Where shall we go now?" "To the old boarding house." Away they went toward the building. It looked before them, the sunshine glinting on its windows, apparently utterly deserted. There was something forbidding in its appearance. "We shall not find him there!" Hodge spoke the words in full conviction that time would be wasted in looking through the building. "Perhaps not," admitted Bruce; "but I know of no other place to look." This was a confession that the big fellow would be "stumped" if no trace of Frank was found in the building. They reached it, passed round to the back door by which admission had been obtained when Frank and Bruce visited it the first time, and there they hesitated. The door was standing open. "Just exactly as we left it!" exclaimed Browning. "No one has closed the door." This seemed to surprise him. Hodge pushed forward and went in. Bruce followed.