CHAPTER XXIII.
STARTING OUT.
The following morning Frank was up bright and early and ready to take the train.
Havener came to the station to see him off, together with Ephraim Gallup and Hans Dunnerwurst.
“Gol dinged if I ain’t sorry yeou’re goin’ to leave us!” said the Yankee youth, dolefully.
“Yaw,” nodded the Dutch boy, sniffing; “you vos sorry I vos goin’ to left you, Vrankie.”
“Haow long do yeou expect to be aout ahead of the show?” asked Ephraim.
“I can’t tell about that,” answered Frank. “Perhaps not very long, for I may not suit.”
“I’ll risk that,” said Havener. “You’ll be all right. There’s something rather odd I’ve been thinking about—something of a mystery.”
“What’s that?”