Frank Merriwell's Nobility - The Tragedy of the Ocean Tramp by Burt L. [pseud.] Standish
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"I don't think you will." "Put him ovare, Maurel," ordered the Frenchman, with deadly coolness. The athletic servant clutched Frank, but, with a twist and a turn, Merry broke the hold instantly, kicked the fellow's feet from beneath him, and dropped him heavily to the deck. Bruce Browning stooped and picked the man up as if he were an infant. Every year seemed to add something to the big collegian's wonderful strength, and now the astounded Frenchman found himself unable to wiggle. Browning held the man over the rail turning to Frank to ask: "Shall I give him a bath, Merriwell?" "I think you hadn't better," laughed Frank. "Perhaps he can't swim, and--" "He can swim or sink," drawled Bruce. "It won't make any difference if he sinks. Only another insolent Frenchman out of the way." The master was astounded. Up to that moment he had regarded the young Americans as scarcely more than boys and he had fancied his athletic servant could easily frighten them. Instead of that, something quite unexpected by him had happened. The astounded servant showed signs of terror, but in vain he struggled. |
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