After that I will leave before Dr. Hardman
gets a chance to discharge me, or ask questions."
But Frank's plans did not work out as he expected they would. He did
manage to get to room twenty-eight again, at a time when that part of the
building was deserted. Most of the patients had gone out for the usual
afternoon exercise, but the one Frank wanted to see, had remained in.
He knocked at the door. It was opened on a crack, and a man peered out.
"Go away!" he exclaimed. "I don't know you!"
"Why! Why !" cried Frank, in great surprise. "Don't you remember. I am--"
"I know, you are the king of the cannibal islands, and you are trying to
capture me. Go away, I say! I am only a poor explorer, but I will fight
for my liberty!"
Then the door was slammed shut, and the man in the room began screaming
and calling for help.
Frank gave way to despair. It was all over now. He had hoped the man
would remain in a sane state long enough to be able to understand that a
change of plan was necessary. Now he could comprehend nothing.
"I can never rescue him!" Frank exclaimed, as he ran to give the signal
that one of the patients was violent.
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