Then, late that afternoon, he made his way to the town of Lockport, where, with money he had brought with him from camp, he engaged a room at a hotel. The next morning he started back to join his friends.
CHAPTER XXV
FRANK"S SECRET DISCLOSED
When Ned had finished reading the advertis.e.m.e.nt in the newspaper which Frank dropped that afternoon as he was leaving camp, the three chums looked at one another, vaguely wondering what it meant.
"Do you suppose he"s gone to get that place?" asked Fenn.
"I think so," Ned replied.
"But why would he want to do that?" asked Bart.
"I have a theory that Frank is much interested in the subject of insanity," Ned went on.
"You told us that before," interrupted Fenn. "What about it?"
"Well, I did think, at one time since all this queer business came up, that Frank"s mind might be affected. Now I think he may be interested in someone who has gone insane. He certainly has some queer secret, and it"s getting more and more of a trouble to him. Why, this is the third time he has run away from us!"
"It"s only the second," interposed Bart.
"It"s the third," insisted Ned, and he told of the time he suspected Frank had taken the canoe and remained away all night.
"Do you suppose he went to the sanitarium each time?" asked Fenn.
"I believe so," Ned replied. "That"s what makes me think that someone is there in whom Frank is much interested. Now comes this advertis.e.m.e.nt. The paper is only a few days old, as you can see by the date. I believe Frank has gone to see if he can"t get this position. Perhaps he wants to help someone, and this is the only way he can do it."
"It looks reasonable," admitted Bart. "What can we do?"
"I don"t see that we can do anything," spoke Ned, "If Frank is there he certainly will not want us coming around, and, perhaps, give his plans away. On the other hand we are not sure he is there. We don"t even know where the sanitarium is, but I suppose we could easily find out from Mr.
Armstrong. Frank got the paper there, I guess."
"Maybe the telephone line runs to the sanitarium," suggested Fenn.
"That"s it! I believe you"re right!" exclaimed Ned. "I never thought of that. Why, it was by following the line that we met Frank before. Let"s follow it again, and perhaps we shall come to the insane asylum."
"And suppose we do?" asked Bart.
"Well, we"ll know where it is," Ned went on. "That"s something. We may not see Frank, but perhaps we can find out if he is there. It"s worth trying. I can"t sit still and do nothing."
They started to follow the telephone line the next day. They found it did lead to the sanitarium but not wishing to show themselves near the building, they did not approach closely. They remained hiding in the woods, hoping they might catch a glimpse of their chum, but he did not show himself.
"I guess the only thing for us to do is to return to camp," suggested Bart. "We"ll have to wait until Frank comes away and tells us what he has been doing."
Rather sorrowfully, they went back to camp. The two days that followed were lonesome ones. None of the three felt like doing anything. They did not fish, and even the canoe had lost its charm. They sat around under the trees, and, for the twentieth time, talked over the situation in regard to their missing comrade.
"It looks as if the Darewell Chums would number three instead of four, after this," said Fenn rather mournfully, on the morning of the third day of Frank"s absence.
"Don"t be a calamity howler!" exclaimed Ned. "Frank will come back to us.
The chums can"t be separated."
"I hope that"s true," put in Bart, from where he was sitting under a tree, smoothing one of the canoe paddles. "All our fun will be spoiled if we have to break up the quartette.
"Hark! What"s that?" asked Fenn, sitting up suddenly.
They all listened. There was the sound of someone approaching through the bushes.
"Cow, I guess," said Bart.
"It"s Frank!" cried Ned, jumping to his feet, and, the next instant Frank was in the midst of his chums. He looked worn and tired, and his clothes were covered with mud and water.
"Where in the world have you been? What has happened to you?" cried Bart.
"I got in the swamp trying to take a short cut," Frank explained. "I"m clean beat out. Have you got any coffee?"
"Make you some in a jiffy," said Fenn, throwing some light wood on the smouldering fire.
"I suppose you"re surprised to see me?" asked Frank to his companions.
"There"s no use saying we aren"t," spoke Ned.
"And I guess you were surprised to find me gone?"
"Right again. But we guessed where you were."
"How?"
Ned showed the paper with the advertis.e.m.e.nt in it.
"I wondered where I had lost that," Frank said. "Well, boys, I"m going to tell you my secret."
"Have some coffee before you begin," suggested Fenn, as he handed Frank a steaming cupful. "It"s only warmed up, but it"s good."
The exhausted boy drank it, and ate some bread. Then having changed some of his muddy clothes for garments loaned him by his chums, Frank began:
"You guessed rightly, I did go to the sanitarium, and I got the position.
But I don"t believe any of you can guess why."
"Was it to get experience about crazy persons?" asked Ned.
"I went there to plan to rescue my father," said Frank, quietly.
The announcement was so startling that the three chums could only look at one another. Then they glanced back at Frank to see if he was in earnest.
Ned, for a moment, had an idea that his original theory was right, and that Frank"s mind was affected. But one look at the boy showed that, though he labored under the stress of excitement, he knew what he was talking about.