Just then the door of that room opened again, and Frank appeared in the doorway.
He had rubbed some of the chalk off his face so that he appeared more natural than before, but he leaned against the doorpost as if weak.
"Well, fellows," he said, feebly, "what's the matter?"
The students set up a great shout, ran to Merriwell, grasping his hand and congratulating him warmly. Frank appeared to be dazed by the proceeding.
"What's the matter, anyway?" he asked. "What am I here for in this condition?"
"You've been dead!" shouted the students, in chorus.
"Dead, is it?"
"Yes, and Prof. Humperdink has restored you to life."
Frank looked as if he did not believe it.
"This is some joke," he said.