"Oh, no, I am not tired. I can walk," said the little boy, brightening up, and putting his hand with confidence in that of his young protector.
CHAPTER XXX.
NEW FRIENDS.
When Frank arrived at the hotel with his young charge he found the Grosvenor family in great dismay. The servant had returned, evidently under the influence of liquor, quite unable to give any account of the little boy. A party, headed by Mr. Grosvenor, was about starting out in search of him, when he made his appearance, clinging trustfully to the hand of our hero.
"Oh, you naughty runaway!" said his sister Beatrice, a lovely girl of twelve, folding Herbert in a sisterly embrace. "How you have frightened us!"
"I couldn't help it, sister," said Herbert.
"What made you run away from Thomas, my boy?" asked his father.
"I was afraid of him," said Herbert. "He was so strange."
The cause of the strange conduct was evident enough to any one who saw the servant's present condition, for he was too stupefied even to defend himself.