CHAPTER XXXVIII. THE PURPOSE.
It would be scarcely possible to describe the scene which Harry left in the library. Tom Gordon was for a few moments stunned by the violence of his fall, and Clayton and Mr. Jekyl at first did not know but he had sustained some serious injury; and the latter, in his confusion, came very near attempting his recovery, by pouring in his face the contents of the large inkstand. Certainly, quite as appropriate a method, under the circumstances, as the exhortations with which he had deluged Harry. But Clayton, with more presence of mind, held his hand, and rang for water. In a few moments, however, Tom recovered himself, and started up furiously.
"Where is he?" he shouted, with a volley of oaths, which made Mr. Jekyl pull up his shirt-collar, as became a good elderly gentleman, preparatory to a little admonition.
"My young friend"—he began.
"Blast you! None of your young friends to me! Where is he?"
"He has escaped," said Clayton, quietly.
"He got right out of the window," said Mr. Jekyl.
"Confound you, why didn't you stop him?" said Tom, violently.