"No, I didn't see it, and I--I don't much care! I might just as well be dead as in the fix I'm in. Oh, why didn't you let me go?" he begged, piteously. "Don't talk that way!" said Frank, sharply. "Oh, I'm thankful to you, of course," the man went on. "But I----" A policeman strolled up, drawn by the little crowd. "What's wrong?" the officer asked, curiously. "Oh, it's all right now," Frank said, with a smile. "This gentleman was in too much of a hurry, and tried to get in the way of an automobile. This is a busy corner!" "Indeed it is, young man," agreed the officer. "Not hurt; are you, sir?" and he looked at the man Frank had saved. Then the oddity of the stranger's attire impressed the policeman, and he winked his left eye at Frank, as though to say that the individual might be "a little off in the upper story," as Hank Strapp expressed it later, on hearing the tale. "Oh, no, I'm not hurt, thanks to this young man," responded the stranger. Then he mumbled something to himself, and put his hand to his head in a dazed sort of way. A moment later he pulled away from the light grasp Frank had, almost unconsciously, held on his arm, and darted across the street. Before he went he suddenly exclaimed: "Maybe there's a chance yet! I must save it before they get it all, or I shall be ruined. I never will dare go back and face him! Oh, what a loss! What a loss!" He darted across the street, under the very noses of cab horses, and right in front of several autos, one of which drew up with such a sharp application of brakes that the big rubber tires slid on the pavement. The officer and Frank looked at one another knowingly. "Something queer, there," remarked Frank. "I should say so," agreed the policeman. "Did you take note of his shoes--one black and the other tan?" "Yes; and without a collar or tie," added Frank. "He surely is wrong somewhere." Then the youth passed on, the officer went back to his post, and Frank almost forgot the incident, though it was destined to have a strange effect on his future. "Well, what about your exposition plans?" asked Randy, when Frank returned to the Empire office. "Yes, let us hear something," added Pep. "If we're going to do business out there we'd better get started." "Well, of course I haven't it all worked out yet," replied Frank, "and, as was the case with all the plans we have made, this one is also subject to the approval of you three," and he looked at his friends. In times past they had done nothing without acting in perfect harmony, and though often one of the boys would be set on doing something, he gave it up if there was not an unanimous vote in its favor. Perhaps this explained the success of the motion picture chums. "Oh, we'll be in favor of it, if there's any money to be made at it--provided, of course, that it's all right," said Randy.