Frank laughed softly once more. It was the same old merry, boyish laugh that Gage had heard so often at Fardale, and it filled him with intense anger, as it had in the days of old.
"I know you did not expect to see me," murmured Frank, still laughing. "I assure you that the Evil One had nothing to do with my appearance here."
"It was trickery—magic! I left her in the boat a few moments. What became of her? How did you take her place?"
"I will let you speculate over that question for a while, my fine fellow. In the meantime, I fancy it will be a good idea to tie you up so you will not make any trouble. Remember I have a revolver handy, and I promise that I'll use it if you kick up a row."
At this moment, one of the sailors in the other boat called:
"Hello, there, Mr. Gage! where are you?"
CHAPTER XXXIII.
GAGE TAKES A TURN.
Gage was tempted to shout for help, but the muzzle of the cold weapon that touched his forehead froze his tongue to silence.