Gallup was on hand, but he still had the bandage over his eyes. He was wearing it up to the last minute, so that he would give them as much rest as possible.
“Somebody’ll hev ter make me up ter-night,” he said. “I don’t believe I kin see well enough ter do that.”
Havener agreed to look after that.
While the various members were putting the finishing touches on their toilet and make-up, word came that people were pouring into the theater in a most satisfactory manner. The orchestra tuned up for the overture.
Frank went round to see that everybody was prepared. He had fallen into that habit, not feeling like depending on some one else to do it.
Most of the men were entirely ready. A few were making the last touches. Stella Stanley and Agnes Kirk were all ready to go on.
“Where is Cassie?” asked Merry.
“In the dressing room,” said Stella. “She told us not to wait for her. Said she would be right out.”
Frank went to the dressing room. The door was slightly open, and, through the opening, he saw Cassie. She had thrust back the sleeve of her left arm, and he saw a tiny instrument in her right hand. He knew in a twinkling what she was about to do.
With a leap, Frank went into that room and caught her by the wrist.