But the outlook was certainly a very dismal one.
He felt weak and faint. Fortunately Frank had a small flask of brandy in his pocket.
A draught from this revived him for a time, and he was enabled to go on once more.
Again he wandered on through the labyrinth.
Of course chance might at any time bring him out of the maze, but he was not altogether hopeful. The heaviness of the air had a most depressing effect upon him, and made him feel weak and sick.
Finally Frank came to a stop.
He began to appeal to his inventive genius. This seldom failed him.
“Here I have been going on at random,” he declared; “making a fool of myself; and at this rate I would soon succumb to exhaustion. Now by some system I can certainly find my way out of this place.”
If he had taken the precaution to blaze the walls upon entering all of this trouble might have been averted.
But Frank was not to be long baffled by a problem.