Roscoe through the
woods. Frank offered his father food, but the rescued man said he had
eaten at the sanitarium a little while before.
"I was afraid you would never find me after they changed my room," he
said.
Frank told his father about the man in twenty-seven.
"He was a good friend of mine," Mr. Roscoe said. "A harmless man, though
his mind was gone."
They reached the camp about two o'clock in the morning. In a little while
Frank had several lanterns lighted and was starting a fire in the
portable stove. The donkey was still under the canvas shelter, and Frank,
going for some wood, saw the stone still tied to the tail of the beast.
"I guess you'll not bray now," he remarked as he cut the rope. The next
instant the animal lifted up its tail and sent forth a loud note. It
seemed as though he had been saving it up for many hours. The woods
rang with it.
Immediately after it, and before the echoes had ceased reverberating,
there came a cry of terror from the tent where Mr. Roscoe was with Bart.
Frank recognized his father's voice.
"Save me! Save me!" cried the unfortunate man.
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