Frank asked the question, as the speaker faltered.
"You shall soon learn what. I am going to leave you, but we shall see more of each other, don't forget that."
"Wait—do not be in a hurry. I am not satisfied till I—see your face!"
With the final words, Frank made a leap and a sweep of his hand, clutching the white beard the man wore, and tearing it from his face!
The beard was false!
The face exposed was smoothly shaven and weather-tanned.
"Ha!" cried Frank, triumphantly. "I thought so! This poor old man is Carlos Merriwell, my villainous cousin!"