"I wonder if any one is sick?" the boy thought, as he approached
the house.
He turned up a side path, as he wanted to get a drink at the well before
going to bed, and the water in the house was not likely to be fresh. As
he advanced cautiously through the darkness he heard voices, coming,
evidently, from the direction of the front porch. Frank halted, and, as
he did so, he heard his uncle's tones. Mr. Dent was saying:
"Of course it's too bad, but if he's violent, there's only one
thing to do."
"That's all," the voice of a man replied. "We will have to keep him in
the sanitarium for a while yet. I am just as sorry about it as you are.
But we must not let the boy know. It might have a bad effect on him."
Frank started. All his troubles seemed to come freshly to his mind. He
knew the man talking to his uncle had something to do with them, and he
resolved to find out more about the matter. He remained silent, hoping to
hear additional talk, but the two had concluded their conversation, and
the stranger could be heard walking down the gravel path toward the front
gate. That was what the light had meant.
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