That night, after going to bed, Frank lay awake for hours, thinking of the stranger and the mystery which surrounded him.
CHAPTER XXVII.
AN EMISSARY FROM THE WEST.
Frank was determined to solve the mystery of the unknown man. He did not tell Rattleton everything concerning his adventure of the previous night, although he was forced to explain that he had been in an encounter, and that he did not know who his assailants were.
The theatre party had wondered greatly at Frank's sudden disappearance, and Frank confessed that he had followed the mysterious unknown, who had given him the slip.
"That fellow is playing the shadow on you, Frank," cried Harry, indignantly. "He's up to some sort of crookedness."
"He must bear a charmed life, or he would have been killed the night he jumped from the New London special," said Frank.
"He decided it was best to take chances by jump