"
Though they were much frightened, the two boys tried to coax Mr. Roscoe
out from under the cot, but he would not come. At Frank's suggestion,
Bart again tied the stone to the donkey's tail, to prevent the braying.
Then they sat and waited for daylight and the arrival of their chums. The
hours were long and full of terror. They did not know what to do. They
could only wait for morning, and when that came they did not know that
they would be any better off.
The rain stopped. Then a pale light began to diffuse among the trees.
It grew stronger. Mr. Roscoe was quieter now, and came from under the
cot. Frank persuaded him to lie down, and in a little while his father
was asleep.
An hour later Fenn and Ned came in.
"Did you get here all right?" asked Ned, eagerly, but a sight of Frank's
sad face sobered him. The two boys were told what had happened.
"I don't know what to do," Bart admitted as he and his two chums went
outside, leaving Frank with his father.
"I've got an idea!" exclaimed Fenn eagerly. "I saw by that paper which
Frank dropped, that Dr. Robertson was spending a few days at Forest
Villa.
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