"I
hope you can help me, for I'll need it."
"Well, who's going with me in the canoe?" asked Bart, and, as Fenn did
not care much about making another trip, Ned went, and Frank and
Stumpy remained in camp, the latter busying himself over a wonderful
pudding he set out to make with a combination of eggs, corn starch,
sugar and raisins.
Frank set off in the canoe early the next morning. He took a lunch with
him, and told his companions he might be away all night. He was going to
try, however, to return by dark. Where he was going he did not say, nor
did his chums ask him.
"Good luck!" exclaimed Fenn, as Frank began paddling.
"Thanks," he called back, and his companions waved their hands to him.
"It's very queer," murmured Ned, as he turned back toward the tent.
Frank reached the turn of the river, near the cliff, just before noon.
Instead of taking the canoe to the foot of the rock, he hid it in the
bushes near the bend of the stream, and then began tramping through the
woods toward the sanitarium. He ate his lunch in the woods, and then took
up his position near the big tree, whence, on his first visit, he had
watched the sad-faced men.
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