Paying the farmer, Frank took up the basket and started back toward
camp. The victuals were heavy but he did not mind that. He was thinking
of the notice he had seen in the paper. As soon as he was out of sight
of the farmhouse, he sat down beside the trail that led to the tent, and
took the sheet from his pocket. Turning to the page that had so
interested him he read:
"WANTED: at the Cliffside Sanitarium, a strong, capable young man, to
assist in the general work. One of quiet habits preferred. Apply to Dr.
Jacob Hardman."
"I wonder if I dare do it," Frank said softly to himself. "It would give
me just the chance I need. I have a good notion to try, at any rate. They
can't any more than say they don't want me. And, if they do take me--"
He paused to think over the possibilities should he get the position. A
light came into his eyes. He seemed to have forgotten the troubles of the
past few weeks.
"The worst of it is, though, that I can't tell the boys. They wouldn't
understand. I've got to work alone for a while yet, until I get things
where I want them. I think the best plan will be to slip off, and say
nothing to them at all.
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