“And that was covered by a black glove,” spoke Harry.
“What’s it say?” asked the Virginian.
Frank read it aloud, and then looked into the faces of his friends.
“What do you think of it?” he asked.
“You can search me!” gasped Harry. “I don’t know what to think of it. Dut the whickens—no; what the dickens does it mean?”
“It can’t be from the Man of Mystery,” asserted the Virginian. “Still, he called himself the Man Without a Name.”
Frank stared hard at the writing on the paper. After a little, he said:
“It is as if one had risen from the dead, for I believe this came from Mr. Noname.”
“Well, this mysterious business is getting thin!” cried Jack.
“I think it’s getting thick,” said Harry.