"Just lay there a moment," murmured Merry, as he dropped the baffled rascal on the bed and turned to open the door.
The night watchman came in. Harris tried to get up and dart out by the open door, but Merry caught him and flung him back on the bed.
"Just help me take care of him, will you?" said Frank. "He is pretty ugly, and----"
Over the foot of the bed went Harris, out of the half-open window he dived.
"Well, it's more than even money that he won't go very far," said the watchman. "I'll wager something he's broken his neck by the fall to the ground."
They hurried out of the room and down the stairs, fully expecting to find Harris lying under the window.
But when they reached the spot both were amazed to discover that the fellow was not there!
Nor was he found at all, although a sharp search for him was made.
Zolverein's remains were shipped to the little Eastern town that he sometimes called home, there to be interred in the village cemetery. Frank took care that everything was properly attended to, as he felt it his duty and privilege.
M. Mazarin remained bitter toward Merriwell, and he disappeared almost as mysteriously as had Sport Harris.
Frank proceeded to fill Zolverein's engagements, taking Ephraim and Hans along with him.
"We're running a show of our own, now," he said, laughingly, "and we are out for fun, fame and fortune."
One eventful day Frank came alone to the theater for the purpose of getting something out of one of his trunks.
Entering by the stage door, he went up the stairs and onto the stage, which was dark, behind the drop curtain. He discovered a man lifting from the easel on which it had rested the large mirror which was used in the "Educated Fly" trick.
The man promptly dropped the mirror at Frank's cry, smashing it into a thousand pieces!
The unknown caught up a heavy Indian club, one of a set used by Merry each night in his exhibition of fancy club swinging. The club was raised aloft.
The fellow made a threatening swing with the club. Frank ducked, dodged aside, leaped forward, caught his arm, grappled with him.
Now they were face to face, so close together that Merry could distinguish the features of the prowler.
"Sport Harris!" he shouted, astonished by the discovery.