“But this may be just one of those occasions,” put in George. He was not asking questions now. He, as well as the others, wanted to do all they could for Tom, who was a general favorite in school.
“Well, of course, I’m going to hope so,” said our hero. “But that isn’t going to stop me from doing things.”
“What is your plan?” asked Jack.
“I don’t just know. I want to find out about the truth of this dispatch, if I can. I’m going to telegraph, or cablegraph—or—or, do something.”
“If we can do anything to help you, let us know,” suggested Bert.
“That’s right,” added George.
“My father has a lot to do with telegraph and cable companies,” said Jack. “He has a brokerage office in New York. Maybe he could get some information for you, by wire.”
“Perhaps he can,” agreed Tom. “I’ll ask him in the morning. Oh, I wish it was morning now!”
It was rather a dejected group of students who quietly made their way back into Elmwood Hall that night. Tom’s grief was like a pall over all of them, and they would not have greatly minded if they had been caught out after hours by some prowling monitor, or a late-staying professor.