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Frank Merriwell's Chums, a novel by Burt L. Standish |
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Chapter 26. The Mystery Of The Ring |
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_ CHAPTER XXVI. THE MYSTERY OF THE RING Frank did not glance back till he turned onto another street, and then he saw the man in black standing quite still where they had parted. The reddish glow of the sunset was behind the man, on which his black figure stood out like a silhouette, the cloak and cape making him slightly resemble a gigantic bat. The boy shivered a little as he passed beyond the view of the mysterious stranger. "That man makes my blood cold," he murmured. "There is something decidedly awe-inspiring about him. Somehow, I do not believe I have seen the last of him." Frank was right; he had not seen the last of the man in black. Thinking of what had happened, Frank soon came to the conclusion that the man was mad, or else there was some mystery about the ring that was not known to the possessor. Why had the stranger been so desirous of knowing how the ring came into Frank's possession? True he had said that he always wished to know the history of such rings as he collected; but Frank had refused distinctly to sell the ring, and still the man had seemed very desirous of obtaining information concerning it. Why had he asked the name of Frank's father? These questions presented themselves to the boy for consideration, and he remembered how, on hearing the name, the stranger had confessed that it was unfamiliar to him. Frank was thinking deeply of these things, when a familiar voice called: "Hello, Frank! Are you going past without speaking?" He started and looked up, finding himself in front of Inza's home. It was a fine, old-fashioned house, built years and years ago, and an iron fence surrounded the front lawn. Inza was at the gate, a pretty pout on her face. The young cadet instantly lifted his cap, as he smilingly retorted: "I did not see you there, Miss Burrage." "Oh, bother your 'Miss Burrage!'" she exclaimed. "You know it was Inza with you long ago--you promised to call me that. No wonder you didn't see me; you were going past with your head down, your eyes on the ground, and an expression of profound abstraction on your face. What in the world were you thinking of?" "That's a mystery," said Frank, approaching the gate. "Indeed!" and she lifted her eyebrows with a pretty Assumption of offended dignity. "A secret from me?" "I did not say it was a secret; I said it was a mystery. I was thinking of the man in black." "Mercy!" She gave a little shiver. "What is the man in black--some horrible ogre?" "Well, I fancy he is ogre enough to give you the chills." "What story did you find him in?" "Oh, I didn't find him in a story; I met him in real life. I left him a few minutes ago." "This is interesting!" she laughed. "Who is he? What's his name?" "I don't know. Didn't I say he is a mystery?" "Come, Frank, are you trying to tease me?" "Not at all. I will tell you all I know about this singular man in black." Then, leaning gracefully against one of the iron gateposts, he related his recent adventure with the unpleasant stranger. She listened with breathless interest, her eyes growing wider and wider, and an expression of alarm coming to her pretty face. "Oh, Frank!" she exclaimed, when he had finished; "I know this terrible man is dangerous! He will do you harm!" "Oh, I'm not afraid of that," declared the boy, lightly; "but I would give something to know what there is about this ring that makes him so desirous of possessing it." He held up the ring for her to examine. It was an oddly twisted band of gold, looking like a writhing serpent. It was set with a peculiar black stone that seemed quite as hard as a diamond, for all that there were numerous marks and scratches on its smooth surface. "It is a horrid ugly old ring," declared Inza. "Anybody must be crazy to offer fifty dollars for it." "Unless it bears some value that is not apparent to one who does not know its secret." "What value can it bear?" "That is the mystery. Still, from my mother's words, I am sure my father prized this ring highly. When it came into his possession he was in Southern California or Mexico, and he sent it home to my mother at the earliest opportunity, writing her to be very choice of it, and not to lose it on her life, as it was very valuable. Now, my father never revealed the secret of this ring to my mother, if the ring has a secret; but I am sure that mother believed there was something mysterious about it, for, when she was dying, she gave it to me, telling me never to part with it. Of course I will not sell it." "Of course not," nodded Inza; "but the horrid old thing may bring you trouble, instead of good." "Oh, I don't think there is much danger of that." "The man in black----" "Will give over his attempt to obtain it when he really knows I will not part with it on any condition." "He may; but his words, which you have repeated for me, make me believe he will do something desperate in order to get possession of it. You must look out for him--you must be on your guard constantly." "Why, Inza!" laughed Frank, in astonishment; "I never heard you speak like this before. You really appear as if you felt a foreboding of some terrible thing." "Perhaps I do," she said, very gravely, for a light-hearted girl. Frank looked down at the ring on his hand. Surely it was an ugly trifle to make so much trouble. "Do you see those fine lines on the surface of the stone?" he asked. They were faintly visible to the naked eye. "There is something peculiar about those lines," he said. "This stone is so hard that nothing seems to scratch it, and I am sure those lines were not made by the ring accidentally striking against hard objects. They were there when it came into my possession. I do not think another line or mark has been made upon it since I have owned it." "That is odd." "Odd! It is remarkable. It makes it appear that these lines were traced there with some instrument that could mark the stone, and that they have a secret meaning." "Who knows? Possibly that is true." "And it may be that the man in black can read their meaning." The red light was dying out of the western sky, and the dusky shadows of advancing night were gathering in the village street, which was overhung by large dark elm trees. Standing by the gate, the boy and girl minded not the approach of darkness as they talked on. Suddenly Inza uttered a cry and caught Frank's arm, pointing to the opposite side of the street, and excitedly whispering: "Look--look there! Who is that man skulking along the walk over there?" "By Jove! it is the man in black!" declared Frank. _ |
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