"Don't know."
"Let's go over. I want to see that gentleman. I hope we may find him around the hotel."
"If you'll punch him, I'll pay your fine!" said the hot-headed McDornick, as they crossed the street.
While they had been talking in front of the opera house, a small boy was standing near them, his hands clasped and an ecstatic look of happiness on his face, while his eyes were not taken off Frank Merriwell for a moment. When Frank had started to cross the street with the others, the boy heaved a sigh.
A gentleman who was passing stopped and looked at the boy in surprise.
"Well, my little man," said the gentleman, "what is the trouble? You look as if you had seen a vision."
"I've jest seen somebody I never thought I'd see," said the boy. "Oh, I'd like to grow up and be famous like him! It must be fine to be famous."
"My boy," said the gentleman, encouragingly, "if you live you may be a great man some day."
"I can't never be like the feller I've just seen."