"How did Tom act when he went away, Spud?"
"Act? What do you mean?"
"Was he all right?"
"Well, to tell the truth, Sam, I think he looked a bit strange in his eyes. But I guess he was all right. I'd not worry too much if I was you. He'll be back before long. Maybe Doctor Havens was out and he had to wait."
"That's so."
Presently Sam had a lecture to attend and went off to it. At half-past three he was free once more and hurried again to his room. Tom was still absent, and nobody seemed to know anything about him.
"I guess I had better go to town and see where he is," thought Sam, and he asked Songbird if he wanted to go along.
"Yes, I'll go, Sam. But don't worry so much—I'm certain Tom is O.K."
"Maybe, Songbird. But you know how queer he acted. He didn't seem to be able to get over that crack in his head."
"Well, it was an awful blow, Sam. It would have killed some people."