IN WHICH TOM DISAPPEARS
Sam was the first one up in the morning. He found Tom thrashing around in his bed. He had an uncertain look in his eyes and was feverish.
"How do you feel, Tom?" he asked, sitting down and taking his brother's hand.
"Not as good as usual," was the reply. Tom put his hand to his head, as of old. "I've got a fierce pain here," he added.
"Shall I send for a doctor?"
"No, I'll keep quiet and maybe it will go over, Sam."
"All right, I'll have you excused from lessons."
Sam dressed and went below, and after breakfast came up again. He found Tom sound asleep.
"I guess sleep will do him as much good as anything," he told himself, and went out again, closing the door softly.
Sam had two classes to attend before dinner, so it was not until quarter to twelve that he had a chance to run up to the room again. To his surprise Tom was gone.