Nor was he found at all, although a sharp search for him was made.
He had escaped again.
Zolverein's remains were shipped to the little Eastern town that he sometimes called home, there to be interred in the village cemetery. Frank took care that everything was properly attended to, as he felt it his duty and privilege.
M. Mazarin remained bitter toward Merriwell, and he disappeared almost as mysteriously as had Sport Harris.
Frank proceeded to fill Zolverein's engagements, taking Ephraim and Hans along with him.
"We're running a show of our own, now," he said, laughingly, "and we are out for fun, fame and fortune."
CHAPTER X. IN THE POWER OF HIS ENEMY.
One eventful day Frank came alone to the theater for the purpose of getting something out of one of his trunks.