"I'll have you out
of here inside of a week, and then we can go away together."
"You may need help," the sanitarium patient said. "This place is
closely guarded."
"I can get help," Frank replied, as he thought of his three chums. Then,
with a hearty hand clasp, the man in room twenty-eight bade the boy go.
Frank resumed his walk up and down the corridors. But now he was wide
awake, for he was planning to escape. Up and down he walked, arranging
the details in his mind. At first it had seemed simple, but now, as he
thought it over, unexpected difficulties arose.
"But I must do it!" he exclaimed to himself. "To think I have really
found him, and that he is not insane at all. It's all part of a terrible
plot. But I will solve the secret, and then--"
His thoughts were interrupted by a commotion in room twenty-eight; the
apartment he had just left.
"They're killing me! They're killing me!" cried a voice in agony. "Don't
let them! Take the cannibals away! I have come here to trade with the
natives peaceably! Don't let them kill me!"
Sick at heart, and with nameless dread in his bosom, Frank ran to the
bell and gave the signal for help.
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