But the forest was silent,
save for the noise made by the wind and the birds.
Meanwhile Frank had awakened after a night of fitful slumber under the
hay. His first act was to go to a place where he could observe the
sanitarium. There was no sign of life about it, and the boy, after
watching a few minutes, began to feel faint for lack of food.
"I'd better go back to camp," he said to himself. "I need some breakfast,
and a good rest. Then I can start out again. But I can't tell the boys
what I have seen. It is not yet time."
Waiting awhile, to see if he could detect any movement around the
institution, but finding all was silence, Frank started back toward camp,
following the telephone line.
He walked on for some time, pondering over what he had seen, and vainly
speculating whether or not he was on the right track.
"I believe I'm on the trail," he said. "I thought he might know me, but,
of course if it's true as it says in the letters, he could not. It might
not have been the right time. I must try again."
Frank's meditations were interrupted by a noise in the woods just ahead
of him.
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