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150 A SERVANT OF SATAN. CHAPTER XVII. HURLED OVER THE FALLS. Frederick had intended to leave San Francisco on the fol- lowing day for the Atlantic coast. He was seized, however, that same night with a severe attack of fever, which kept him confined to his bed for over a fortnight. As soon, however, as he had sufficiently recovered to be able to travel, he betook himself to the offices of the railway company and purchased a ticket for New York, engaging for himself the private saloon on board the sleeping-car. On the next night he took the ferry-boat over to Oakland, and embarked on the transcontinental express. Among his fellow-passengers — were a couple of young English noblemen, who had been visiting the Yosemite Valley, and who were now on their way to Ottawa. Frederick soon became acquainted with them, and created the most favorable impression. ‘The name under which he introduced himself to them was the Comte de Vaugedale, and he gave them to understand that he was traveling around the world for his health. As both his manners and appearance bespoke every trace of aristo- cratic birth and breeding, and as he seemed to have plenty of money, the young Englishmen saw no cause to treat him with the distrust and suspicion which foreigners ordinarily experience at the hands of the subjects of her britannic majesty. The time was spent in playing whist and ecarte, games at which Frederick, who was an exceedingly wealthy man, could afford to-lose in such a cool manner as to attract the admiration of his fellow-travelers, So agreeable did they find their new acquaintance, that they prevailed upon him comicbooks.co