CHAPTER VII.
FRANK MEETS A HIGHWAYMAN.
Frank passed the next day in making up for the sleep he had lost the night before.

About three o'clock in the afternoon he arose refreshed, and visited his uncle, whom he found fast asleep.

Now that Archie was gone, the old house was quiet and lonesome--too much so, indeed, to suit Frank, who, after trying in vain to find some way to amuse himself until supper time, saddled Roderick, and set out for a short gallop over the prairie.

As he was about to mount his horse, Marmion came out of the court, and frisked about his master as lively as ever, apparently none the worse for the ugly-looking wounds he had received during his encounter with the robber.
"Go home, sir," said Frank.

"Don't you know that you are under the doctor's care ?" If Marmion did know it, he didn't bother his head about it.