"How did it happen—how did it come on?" inquired the young millionaire.
"Oh, I hadn't felt well all day," replied the plucky left guard, "but I didn't think anything of it. Then a little while ago I suddenly felt dizzy, and before I knew what was happening I keeled over—fell on the floor. Brooks, in the next room, heard me, and came rushing in. He got the doctor—that's all I know."
"And I wasn't here?" exclaimed Dick reproachfully.
"I fancy it is only due to an upset condition of the stomach," put in the physician. "He has an attack of vertigo, which is not uncommon. There, Mr. Drew, I'll leave this medicine, and look in on you in the morning. If you need me in the night don't hesitate to send for me."
"I'll look after him," promised Dick. The physician and orderly were about to leave when several of the cadets who had been in Beeby's room, and who wondered at Dick's sudden desertion, came trooping in, to ask all sorts of questions concerning Paul.
"Now, young gentlemen, this won't do!" insisted the doctor cheerfully but firmly. "Mr. Drew must be kept quiet. He is in no danger, and you'll have to leave."
They did, after nodding pleasantly to the sick lad, and then Dick began a vigil of the night.
"Jove! I hope Drew doesn't go back on us in the Blue Hill game," remarked Dutton.
"It would sort of break us up, even though Berkfeld fills in pretty well at guard," spoke George Hall.
As for the worriment of the young captain, only he himself realized the depth of it.