"Frank crazy? Why, he's no more crazy
than I am!"
"I don't say he's crazy," Fenn went on, "but you must admit it looks
queer the way he's been acting lately, and think of his escape through
the rear of the tent. What did he want to run away for?"
"It certainly is odd," Bart admitted, "but I don't believe Frank's mind
is affected. I think he has some secret which is worrying him, and, in
time, he'll tell us all about it. Until then we can only wait."
"What had we better do now?" asked Fenn.
"Do? Why, nothing," answered Bart.
"When Frank gets ready he'll come back. Until then there's
nothing to do."
The three chums talked over the matter from various sides. They agreed it
would be better not to say anything to their comrade when he got back, as
it might embarrass him to be questioned. As the afternoon waned away Fenn
prepared to get supper, cooking some of the fish Bart and Ned had caught.
"Shall we eat, or wait until Frank gets back?" asked Fenn, as he noticed
it was six o'clock.
"Let's eat," suggested Ned. "He wouldn't want us to wait."
The meal was not a very pleasant one, for, in spite of the assurances of
Ned and Bart, to the effect that Frank was all right, and would soon
rejoin them, all three felt a vague uneasiness they could not explain.
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