I found a match in my pocket, and I thought I was willing to roast if I could destroy you, so I set the fire.

Pretty soon I realized what I had done, but then I found it too late when I tried to beat it out.

The old steamer will go into the air in a few minutes, and we'll all go with it, unless we can get off in the boats right away." "It would have served you right had I left you to your fate!" grated Frank, as he turned away.
He ran down to his stateroom to gather up some of the few little valuables he hoped to save.

He was not gone long, but when he returned, he found two boats had been launched and were pulling away, the persons in them being in great haste to get as far from the steamer as they could before the explosion.
Three or four women were in the first boat.
It was rather difficult to lower the boats in the heavy sea that was running, but the men were working swiftly, pushed by the terror of the coming disaster.
A little smoke curled up from the battened-down hatches.
As Frank reached the deck, he nearly ran against M.Rouen Montfort, who was carrying a pair of swords in scabbards, which seemed to be treasures he wished to save.
The Frenchman stopped and glared at Merry.
"Cursed Yankee!" he grated.

"I would like to put one of zese gude blades t'rough your heart!" "Haven't a doubt of it," said Merriwell, coolly.