“How are you making it?” asked the stage-manager.
“Fairly well,” answered Frank, modestly.
“If you do as well as I hope, you will save us from making a big fizzle to-night.”
“I shall do my level best.”
They went over to the theater, and Frank immediately sought his dressing room to make up.
Old Dan Lee was there.
“Cassie told me I’d better help you make up, Merriwell,” said the veteran actor.
“Thank you, Mr. Lee,” smiled Frank, “but I believe I can do the trick without assistance.”
“All right, if you say so; but I’ll stay and put on the finishing touches.”
“I haven’t a make-up box. Shall have to borrow from somebody.”