A few seconds later the guard entered the
place, and Frank could hear him questioning the patient.
"Who was here?"
"The king of fairyland," was the response. "He came to bring me my
golden chariot."
"Looney again," was the guard's comment which Frank heard. "Come on back
to your room."
"I must try again," Frank said softly to himself as he hurried across the
open space and into the woods once more. "I am on the right track!"
The boy made his way to where he had left the canoe. His mind was in a
whirl at the scene he had just taken part in, and his heart, that had
been filled with hope, was a little sad now at his failure. Still he had
not given up.
"I'll go back to camp," he thought. "Then I can try again. I must have
more time to talk to him, and we must get a chance when there will be
no danger of interruptions. I will come again, but I must think up a
new plan."
Then, setting the canoe into the water, he began to paddle back. Though
it was approaching midnight he decided he would keep on, and get back to
camp by morning.
CHAPTER XXI
FRANK LEAVES AGAIN
Frank reached camp in time for breakfast.
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