But I refused. I am going to capture
the Pyramids!" and the man began capering about like a child, singing
nursery rhymes.
"Come, 'Lord Nelson,' you must get in line. This is dress parade," the
attendant said.
But "Lord Nelson," as the insane man imagined himself to be, was not
going to be coerced so easily. He started to run, and the keeper took
after him. It was several minutes before "Lord Nelson" was caught, and,
by that time, the guard had forgotten about Frank, and made no further
inquiries. The patients resumed their march.
Frank, hurrying through the woods, felt himself in a tumult of doubts and
fears. He wondered if he had done right, and what would be the outcome of
the interview in the summer house. So much might depend on it, yet so
little might come of it.
"I am sure I'm right," the boy murmured, as he went to where he had left
his canoe. "If he only will recognize me! Oh! if he only will! But it is
so many years!"
He reached his boat, and paddled up stream, thinking it best to hide, in
case there might be a search made for him.
Frank remained in the seclusion of the woods, near the stream until dark.
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