into the darkness from whence the
smoke rolled up.

"You are crazy!" roared Bruce Browning, attempting to get hold of Frank.
"I refuse to let you go down there!"

"Don't put your hands on me, Browning!" cried Frank. "If you do, I shall
knock you down!"

They saw that he meant just what he said. He would not be stopped then.
Bruce Browning, giant that he was, felt that he would be no match for
Frank then.

The rope was made fast, and down into the smoke and darkness slid Frank,
disappearing from view.

Barely had he done so when some sailors came rushing forward and
attempted to close the hatch.

"Hold on!" thundered Browning. "You can't do that now!"

"Get out of the way!" commanded one of them, who seemed to be an
officer. "We must close this hatch to hold the fire in check long enough
for the boats to be lowered."

"A friend of mine has gone down there. You can't close it till he comes
out!"

"To blazes with your friend!" snarled the man. "What business had he to
go down there? If he's gone, he will have to stay there. His life does
not count against all the others."

Then, under his directions the men started to close the hatch.

Browning sailed into them. He was aroused to his full extent by the
thought of what would happen if the hatch was closed and Frank was shut
down there with the fire and smoke. He knocked them aside, he hurled
them away as if they were children. They could not stand before him for
an instant.

There was a cry from below.

"Pull away, up there!"

It was Frank's voice.

Willing hands seized the rope. There was a heavy weight at the end of
it. They dragged the weight up, with the smoke rolling into their faces
in a cloud that grew denser and denser.

And up through the smoke came Sport Harris, irons and all, with the ends
of the rope tied about his waist!

Frank had found Harris, and here the fellow was.

They untied the rope from Sport's waist in a hurry. Then they lowered it
again.

"Pull away!"

Frank Merriwell was dragged up through the smoke.

"Now," said Browning, "down goes the hatch!"

And it was slammed into place in a hurry, holding the smoke back.

CHAPTER XV.

THE SEA GIVES UP.

The pumps were going, in an attempt to flood the hold, but the men did
not attempt to fight the fire in anything like a reasonable manner.

The knowledge of the cargo down there in the hold turned them to cowards
and unreasoning beings. They were expecting to be bl