“I don’t care.”
“All right!” exclaimed Ephraim. “I bet yeou four dollars I git aout a yarn that packs your theatur in Chicago.”
He made a run for his dressing room to get off his stage dress and make-up, eager to carry out his plan.
Hodge was in the sulks and would have nothing to say to anybody. As soon as possible he left the theater and went to the hotel.
Ephraim, hot to get reliable citizens of Carrolton to swear to the remarkable happening of that night, had also left.
Those who were not required to remain behind and handle scenery did not lose much time in getting their make-up off and their effects together, after which they departed for the hotel.
Frank lingered to watch the packing of the special scenery. He was not supposed to do this, but his anxiety that everything should be done right led him to do so.
When the last of it was nearly packed, Frank put on his light coat and left the theater by the side door.
He had not gone twenty steps from the door before he fancied he heard a light step behind him.
Instantly Frank whirled about.