“Stand back, I say!” went on the youth, “or with my trusty blade I will slay you!”
“Crazy as a loon,” thought Frank, when of a sudden the boy looked up at him and turned red in the face.
“What yer want?” asked the boy, surlily.
“Nothing,” answered our hero. He knew that crazy folks were ofttimes dangerous.
“Was you listening to my talk?”
“I was.”
“Thought it funny, didn’t you?”
“Well, rather,” and now Frank began to smile, for he saw that the youth was not crazy at all.
“That’s in a book I’m studyin’,” went on the lad. “It’s a play.”
“Then you are studying to be an actor?”