“Dr. Kenneth at once!” exclaimed Mr. Graham, catching sight of Melvin at his elbow.
Dick hurried back to the room which he had just left. It was empty. He stood an instant, staring blankly at the vacant room, then turned to the others a bewildered face.
“Bosworth’s gone!” he exclaimed excitedly. “Shall I—?”
“Get the doctor at once!” repeated Mr. Graham. “Never mind Bosworth!”
The command was explicit, and yet the boy hesitated. His lips came together and parted in “But—.” He got no further, however, for Varrell interrupted him before the word was out.
“Hurry up, can’t you! Don’t stop to talk!”
It was the sharp, stinging tone in which the words were spoken and the warning look flashed from Varrell’s gray eyes as he uttered them that sent Dick flying from the house.
In five minutes he was back again, having met the school doctor at the door of his office. Eddy was already reviving.
“Come, let’s get away,” said Varrell, after they had watched operations for a few minutes in silence. “They don’t need us any longer.”
The doors had hardly closed behind them when Melvin began fiercely, “Well?”