It was a big haystack in a little clearing, some distance from the
sanitarium.
"There's my hotel for the night," Frank remarked, as he made his way
toward it. In a little while he had burrowed down under the dried grass,
and, trying to forget that he was hungry, he prepared to pass the night.
CHAPTER XVII
AN UNEXPECTED MEETING
The three chums, starting on their search for Frank, soon found the
telephone line.
"Now we're here, the next question is: Which way are we to go?" asked
Bart. "It's all guess work."
"Not exactly," spoke Ned, and he used the same reasoning that Frank had,
in deciding to follow the line as it led in the opposite direction from
that of Darewell. "That's probably the way Frank would go," concluded
Ned, pointing to the right, "and that's the way we want to go."
His companions agreed with him, and off they started. As they advanced
they found the woods growing more dense, and, as had Frank, they had to
make long circuits at times, to avoid bog-holes. They kept on for some
time, but saw no signs of their chum.
"I wonder where he stayed all night?" asked Fenn.
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