Part 17 (1/2)

It was nearly ten o'clock when Sam and his chum returned to the college. Tom had not yet shown himself, nor had he sent in any word.

His books and his clothing were exactly as he had left them.

”Well, he didn't take anything with him,” was Sam's comment, as several of his chums came in to sympathize with him. ”That looks as if he hadn't meant to go far.”

”Oh, he'll be back, don't worry,” said Spud, optimistically.

All did their best to cheer poor Sam up, but this did little good. Sam was much worried and his face showed it.

”I don't know what to do,” he said. ”I certainly don't feel like going to bed.”

One of the proctors had heard that Tom was missing and came to the room to see about it. Sam told him all he knew and the proctor said he would immediately report the case to Doctor Wallington.

”You know he can't stay out as late as this without permission,”

observed the proctor.

”Permission or no permission I wish he was here,” answered Sam. ”He is sick and I am very much worried about him.” And then the proctor left.

An hour dragged by and the other students went to bed. Sam sat up in an easy chair, trying to doze, but starting up at every sound. He tried to figure out what would be best for him to do, but could reach no satisfactory conclusion. He looked out of the window. The moon was setting and soon all became dark. A wagon rattled by on the roadway beyond the campus, and the clock in the college tower tolled out the hour of midnight.

”This is simply awful!” murmured Sam, as he walked back to the easy chair and dropped down. ”I wonder if I hadn't better send a message to d.i.c.k? But I can't do it until seven o'clock--the telegraph office is closed.”

At last Sam became so worn out that he could keep his eyes open no longer. He flung himself on his bed, dressed as he was, and fell into a fitful doze. And thus the hours went by until the sun shone over the hills in the East.

”Did he come in?” It was a question put by Songbird, as he came to the door.

”No.”

”Say, Sam, this is strange. What are you going to do?”

”I don't know--telegraph to d.i.c.k and send out a general alarm, I guess.”

”You don't think he simply ran away, do you?”

”What, without telling me? You know better than that, Songbird.”

”Then he must have wandered off while he was out of his mind. Maybe he's somewhere in the woods around here.”

”Maybe. I only hope he isn't hurt.”

”Well, if I can do anything, let me know,” answered Songbird, and stepped back into his room to dress.

As soon as possible Sam went to Doctor Wallington and talked the matter over with the head of Brill. The worthy doctor knew about the case already and was all sympathy.

”We had better send out a general alarm,” he said. ”And you can notify your folks. It was a mistake to let your brother come back here so soon after being hurt. You can take one of the carriages and drive down to Ashton at once, if you wish, and also drive around to some of the other places in this vicinity. Somebody must have seen your brother after he left here, or after Mr. Sanderson saw him.”

”Would you mind if I take John Powell with me?” asked Sam. ”I may need somebody to help me.”

”Very well, Rover, he can go if he wishes.”

”To be sure I'll go,” said Songbird, when told of this. ”And we'll find Tom, see if we don't,” he added, by way of cheering Sam.