Then Forrester must still be living!
“How is he?” asked a dozen voices, as the head-master passed down the corridor.
“There is hope,” said Mr Frampton, “and, thank God! signs of returning consciousness.”
And with that grain of comfort wearied Bolsover filed slowly into church.
As Mr Frampton reached his study door he found Scarfe and Farfield waiting for him.
“Well?” said he wearily, seeing that they had something to say. “Come in.”
They followed him into the room.
“Is there really hope?” said Scarfe, who truly loved the injured boy.
“I think so. He never moved or showed sign of life, except the beating of his heart, till an hour ago. Then he moved his head and opened his eyes.”
“Did he know you, sir?”