“Tom, you must go and find Charles. I begin to feel uneasy. Something must have happened, to keep him out like this.”
The feeling “uneasy” rather amused Tom. Previsions of evil are not apt to torment schoolboys. “I expect the worst that has happened may be a battle royal with old Ketch,” said he. “However, the young monkey had no business to cut short his lessons in the middle, and go off in this way, so I’ll just run after him and march him home.”
Tom took his trencher and flew towards the cathedral. He fully expected the boys would be gathered somewhere round it, not a hundred miles from old Ketch’s lodge. But he could not come upon them anywhere. The lodge was closed, was dark and silent, showing every probability that its master had retired for the night to sleep away his discomfiture. The cloisters were closed, and the Boundaries lay calm in the moonlight, undisturbed by a single footstep. There was no sign of Charles, or of any other college boy.
Tom halted in indecision. “Where can he have gone to, I wonder? I’m sure I don’t know where to look for him! I’ll ask at Yorke’s! If there’s any mischief up, Tod’s sure to know of it.”
He crossed the Boundaries, and rang at Lady Augusta’s door. Tod himself opened it. Probably he thought it might be one of his friends, the conspirators; certainly he had not expected to find Tom Channing there, and he looked inclined to run away again.
“Tod Yorke, do you know anything of Charles?”
“Law! how should I know anything of him?” returned Tod, taking courage, and putting a bold face upon it. “Is he lost?”
“He is not lost, I suppose; but he has disappeared somewhere. Were you in the game with old Ketch, to-night?”
“What game?” inquired Tod, innocently.
But at this moment Gerald, hearing Tom’s voice, came out of the sitting-room. Gerald Yorke had a little cooled down from his resentment against Tom. Since the decision of the previous day, nearly all Gerald’s wrath had been turned upon Mr. Pye, because that gentleman had not exalted him to the seniorship. So great was it, that he had no room to think of Tom. Besides, Tom was a fellow-sufferer, and had been passed over equally with himself.