“Come, Hodge,” said Havener, “get aboard. Follow the others.”
“I’ll be the last one,” said Hodge. “I’m waiting for Frank.
“I’m afraid,” confessed Havener, beginning to weaken.
“Afraid of what?” Hodge almost hissed.
“It begins to look bad,” admitted the stage manager. “I’m afraid something has happened to Frank. If he doesn’t come——”
“I don’t go,” declared Bart. “I shall stay and find out what has happened to him. You must go. You must sit on those croakers. Your place is with the company; mine is with Frank Merriwell.”
“All aboard!”
The conductor gave the warning.
“What’s this?”
Rattle-te-bang, on the dead jump, a cab was coming along the street. The cabman was putting the whip to his foaming horses.