Then he began paddling again.
It was past midnight when the stream, which had now become a little
river, took a sudden turn. As he rounded it Frank uttered a
half-suppressed exclamation. There ahead of him, perched on the cliff, at
the foot of which the river flowed, was the sanitarium.
"That's what I wanted to know," he said, as he steered the canoe over
toward the cliff. "I can't do anything to-night, but I might as well go
up and take a look around. It may come in useful later."
Frank tied the boat in a sheltered spot at the foot of the cliff. Then he
began to look for a path to ascend. Luckily the moon shone brightly on
the face of the rocky incline, and Frank observed a path that seemed to
afford a way up. Cautiously he began ascending. Up and up he went, until
he stood on the top. Before him was a fence, with high iron pickets, put
there evidently for the double purpose of keeping certain persons out,
and certain other persons from falling over the cliff.
"Too risky to scale that," Frank mused, as he noted the sharp-pointed
palings. "I'll walk along it a bit."
He started to make a circuit, going along the edge of the cliff, for he
thought there might be a gateway in the fence.
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