A moment the desperate youth stood thus, and then, as the last car of the train whirled by, Frank made a daring leap.
His act was greeted with shouts of astonishment, for it seemed that no person in his right mind would venture to attempt such an astounding thing.
Through the air Frank Merriwell shot, his hands clutched the rail of the rear platform of the last car—clutched it and clung there. For a second his body was straightened out in the air till it was in a position almost horizontal. Then it swung in, and the youth stood erect on the platform, laughing, triumphant, tauntingly and leisurely lifting his hat and waving it in farewell toward his baffled and thunderstruck pursuers.
CHAPTER XXVII.
ALL QUIET.
Frank expected to meet an officer at the station when he reached Dundee late that night, for he fancied Riddle, intending to keep up the game, would telegraph ahead for his arrest.
When he stepped down from the train, Merry looked around for the expected sheriff or policeman.
No one was there to meet him.
He was pretty tired, and so he took a carriage to a hotel, where he registered, and asked if he could get something to eat. It was long past the supper hour, but he was able to obtain a lunch, which satisfied him very well.
Next Frank sent a telegram to Barnaby Haley, and then sat down and wrote a letter, telling briefly his adventures since starting out as advance man for the company.