The bar-keeper's face cleared instantly, and he set about preparing the beverage required.
"Won't you have something in it?" he asked.
"No, sir," said Frank.
"You boys are kept out pretty late," said the bar-keeper, socially.
"Not every night," said Frank. "We take turns."
Frank paid ten cents for his lemonade, and, passing into the billiard-saloon, sat down and watched a game. He looked around him, but could not see anything of Fred. In fact, all the players were men.
Sitting next to him was a young fellow, who was watching the game.
"Suppose we try a game," he said to Frank.
"Not to-night. I came in here to look for a friend, but I guess he isn't here."
"I've been here two hours. What does your friend look like?"