Snell started to climb over the rail of the yacht, but tumbled back of his own accord when Hodge made a rush for him. The hang-dog-appearing chap was the spryest man on the launch. With a catlike leap, he cleared the rail of the _White Wings_ and reached the deck. He found himself face to face with Jack Diamond, and a second later they clinched. "You are not wanted here!" exclaimed Jack. "But I'm going to stay here!" said the other. Diamond was strong and smart, but he found his hands full. Had he not taken the chap at a slight disadvantage in getting the first hold, the stranger would have been his master. As it was, they slipped and staggered about the deck, the stranger struggling to break Jack's hold. In his excitement, Hans failed to hold the yacht steadily on her course, as Frank had directed, and suddenly she swung, so the main boom swept across the deck. It struck Diamond's antagonist on the back of the head and stunned him for a moment. That moment was long enough for Jack to lift him and drop him over into the launch. Hans sent over the wheel and brought the yacht back, so the boom swung out of the way, but his negligence had aided Diamond to a large extent. On falling back into the boat, Snell had scrambled up and stood snarling at Hodge, who was urging him to come within reach. "Oh, I do want to get my hands on you!" said Bart. "I'll give you something to remember me by, you sneaking cur!" "You are a sneak yourself!" cried Snell, "or you would not be hanging around with Frank Merriwell after he licked you and got the best of you in everything you did!" "It is a compliment to be called a sneak by you, you coward! Come up here! Let me give you a black eye!" But Snell kept just out of reach, although he made several bluff attempts to board the _White Wings_. Probably the most astonished man was the big fellow with the black whiskers. He realized that Browning had handled him easily and carelessly, but still it did not seem possible that the rather fleshy, smooth-faced chap could have much strength, large as he was. "Better stay down there," advised Bruce. "Next time I shall throw you farther." "Next time you won't throw me at all!" came from the professed sheriff, as he made another spring for the yacht. It seemed that Bruce caught him on the fly. Now the big fellow was fully aroused, and he swung the stranger over his head and gave him a terrific heave. The man whirled through the air, passed clean over the launch, struck the water beyond and disappeared from view. At that very moment Frank Merriwell got another crack at Parker Flynn, who had not learned his lesson by his first experience, and again tried to board. Smack!--the blow sounded, and, with a groan, Flynn dropped down into the launch. The man who was running the launch seemed satisfied, for he suddenly let go with the boat hook, and the yacht swung away from her foe.