Some of those
attendants may recognize me," and he tried on a pair he had in his
pocket. He decided to use them when he asked for the place.
He had gone on about a mile when he felt for the paper. It was gone.
"It doesn't matter though," he told himself. "I know what it says. All
I've got to do is to ask for Dr. Hardman, and tell him I think I'll fill
the bill."
So he kept on through the woods, his mind filled with thoughts of many
things, chief of which was the hope that he would get the situation, and
be able to put his plan into operation.
It was well on toward evening when the three chums got back from their
fishing trip, for they had tramped several miles. They had good luck, and
brought back several beauties.
"Hello, Frank!" called Bart, when they were within hearing distance
of the camp.
There was no answer.
"Maybe he's asleep yet," suggested Fenn.
"Hardly," commented Ned.
The boys reached the tent. The first thing they saw was the basket of
provender Frank had left.
"Well, he's been to Armstrong's," remarked Bart. "Hello, Frank!
Where are you?"
An echo was the only answer.
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