Frank felt a touch on his shoulder, and the words sounded in his ear. He turned quickly and found himself face to face with the mysterious stranger.
It happened that at that moment they were alone, nearly all the throng having gathered about three fellows who, with banjo, mandolin and zither, were making some lively music.
"What do you want?" asked Frank, rather suspiciously.
The man beckoned for him to come aside.
"I have something I wish to say to you, and I do not care to be overheard by others," he declared.
"Well, I wonder what sort of a snap this is?" thought Merriwell.
He hesitated a moment, and then curiosity to know what the stranger had to say overcame him, and he followed the man to a corner of the room.
The stranger was very mysterious in his manner.
"You are a likely sort of youngster," he said, in a rather noncommittal way.