FRANK LOSES HOPE
Once more came the attendants, running up the stairs. Frank pointed to
the room he had just left. His face was pale and drawn.
"You're not used to it yet," said the big guard, who had spoken to him
before, as he passed the boy. "You'll not mind it in a week."
Then he, and the others, entered the apartment whence the frightened
cries were still coming. Frank could not bear to stay where he could hear
them. He went to the corridor below. In a little while the attendants
came down.
"He didn't have it bad this time," the big guard said to Frank. "It was a
mild attack. He always imagines he's an explorer in a savage country, and
that the cannibals are going to kill him. Not very pleasant, but it's
nothing to what some of 'em think. You're having quite a night of it. But
never mind, I guess they'll quiet down now."
Frank was beginning to lose hope. All his plans seemed likely to come
to naught. He was so sure the man in room twenty-eight was sane, yet,
soon after conversing with him, during which time the man had talked
as rationally as could be desired, he had suddenly turned into a
raving maniac.
"I can't understand it," said Frank. "What shall I do? Oh, if I only had
someone to help and advise me. I can't go to a soul. If the boys--" he
stopped suddenly. "Yes, why not? Why not tell them the whole story? They
could help me! That's what I'll do. I'll make one more attempt by myself,
and then, if it fails, I'll ask them to aid me. I must see him again.
Perhaps this fit was only temporary, and will not come again for a long
time. I must have another talk with him."
The long night came to an end at last. Frank was relieved by a young man
who told him to go and get breakfast, and then to go to bed.
"You'll have day work after to-night," he said, and Frank was glad to
hear it. The darkness was made worse by the sudden alarms from the
patients' rooms.
Frank slept late that day, and went on duty about four o'clock in the
afternoon. That night passed quietly, but he did not dare knock on the
door of room twenty-eight. He was afraid the man might be suffering from
one of his insane attacks. The boy had almost lost heart but he had not
altogether given up.
Not until the next day did he get a chance to talk with the patient on
whom, for him, so much depended. He found the man anxious and waiting
to see him.
"Come in, where we can talk quietly," the patient said, and Frank
entered, looking to see that no one observed him, for he was breaking the
rules. He removed the dark glasses when he was in the room, for they hurt
his nose and ears.
The two had a long talk and planned many things. The boy's courage and
hope came back to him, and he grew so enthusiastic in arranging to help
the patient leave the institution, in order that the mystery might be
cleared up, that he spoke louder than he intended.
"Quiet!" the man cautioned. "The attendants will hear you, and you will
be dismissed."
Frank lowered his voice.
"I will come and see you to-morrow," he said, as he prepared to go.
At that moment there was the sound of several persons walking in the
corridor. Then could be heard the voice of Dr. Hardman. He was showing a
party of medical men through the place.
"You will find this up-to-date in every respect," he was saying. "I will
just show you one of the patient's rooms," and he opened the door of the
apartment where Frank was.
At the sight of the boy the head of the sanitarium looked much surprised.
He knew there had been no excitement, and, in consequence, no excuse for
Frank entering the room. Dr. Hardman glanced sharply at the boy, as
Frank, putting on his glasses, hurried off down the corridor. But the
physician said nothing, because visitors were present. Dr. Hardman went
on explaining the system used at the sanitarium, but Frank, as he
disappeared around a corner, felt that he would be dismissed as soon as
the doctor was at liberty.
"Well, it's all over now," Frank thought "He recognized me and I've got
to take the bull by the horns. However, I think I have things so
arranged that I can carry out my plans without any trouble. I must get
the boys to help me."
Fortunately for Frank, the visitors remained a long time. They stayed to
dinner, and Dr. Hardman had to be with them. He had no chance to speak to
Frank, though he sent a message by one of the attendants that the new boy
was to go to the office, and wait there for the physician.
"If I go it means he'll dismiss me," thought Frank. "I'll keep out of
his sight as long as I can. I must get a chance to enter room
twenty-eight once more, to say that I am going away, but that I will
carry out the plan of rescue. After that I will leave before Dr. Hardman
gets a chance to discharge me, or ask questions."
But Frank's plans did not work out as he expected they would. He did
manage to get to room twenty-eight again, at a time when that part of the
building was deserted. Most of the patients had gone out for the usual
afternoon exercise, but the one Frank wanted to see, had remained in.
He knocked at the door. It was opened on a crack, and a man peered out.
"Go away!" he exclaimed. "I don't know you!"
"Why! Why!" cried Frank, in great surprise. "Don't you remember. I am--"
"I know, you are the king of the cannibal islands, and you are trying to
capture me. Go away, I say! I am only a poor explorer, but I will fight
for my liberty!"
Then the door was slammed shut, and the man in the room began screaming
and calling for help.
Frank gave way to despair. It was all over now. He had hoped the man
would remain in a sane state long enough to be able to understand that a
change of plan was necessary. Now he could comprehend nothing.
"I can never rescue him!" Frank exclaimed, as he ran to give the signal
that one of the patients was violent.
With the attendants came Dr. Hardman. As he caught sight of Frank he
cried excitedly:
"Where have you been? I have been waiting for you. Come to my office at
once! You have broken the rules! I want an explanation!"
He turned, evidently expecting Frank to follow, but the boy was going to
do nothing of the sort. He went down the corridor, until he came to where
a flight of stairs led to the exercise yard. Then, running swiftly on his
tip-toes so as to make no noise, he went down them.
"I'm going to leave," he said to himself. "It's time for action now. I'm
going back to camp!"
In the meanwhile attendants had gone to the patient in room twenty-eight
and had quieted him. Dr. Hardman reached his office, and waited for Frank
to appear. He thought the boy was following him. When several minutes had
passed and Frank did not come the doctor sent for one of the attendants.
"Where is that new boy?" he asked.
"The last I saw of him was when he was going down the side stairs."
"The side stairs! I told him to come with me. He must have run away.
Quick! Have a search made, and report to me!" As the attendant hurried
away Dr. Hardman exclaimed:
"I see it all now. Why was I so foolish as to engage him without making
some inquiries or asking his name. I wonder why I didn't recognize him
that night I hired him. As soon as I saw him in the room without the
glasses I knew I had seen his face before. It was in the woods that day.
That boy was Frank Roscoe. I hope they catch him!"
In a little while the attendant came back to report there was no
trace of Frank.
"We must give number twenty-eight a new room," said Dr. Hardman. "Change
him to the north wing, and put him on the top floor."
The attendant left to carry out the instructions, and Dr. Hardman sat
down in his office chair, obviously ill at ease.
"I should have been more careful," he murmured. "Well, it may not be too
late yet. I will take all precautions."
Meanwhile Frank was hurrying away from the sanitarium. Having to leave so
suddenly he had no time to go to his room for his belongings, and the
clothes he wore were the only things he brought away with him. However,
he did not mind that, as he was busy planning many things.
"I can't understand it," he said to himself. "At one time he is as sane
as I am, and again, he is violent. I know they are detaining him here for
a purpose. Perhaps they do something to him to make him insane at times."
The thought was a new one, and it came to Frank in a flash that perhaps
that was the real explanation.
"If it is there is hope for him," he said. "Oh, I only wish I had him
away from the horrible place!"
Then, late that afternoon, he made his way to the town of Lockport,
where, with money he had brought with him from camp, he engaged a room at
a hotel. The next morning he started back to join his friends.