Holworthy ran back towards the town. On the way he met the others, who stopped him to hear what was up.
"I don't know," he replied. "He is completely gone. I am going up to the quarters. You fellows mustn't come. They won't allow a crowd there."
"Where is Jack?"
"Gone aboard his uncle's yacht. Rather think he has gone to ask for an invitation for Charlie. Hope so."
"Isn't there anything we can do?"
"Not a thing. Don't try to see him, please; you probably won't have a chance to, anyway."
"You won't dine with us then?"
"Can't possibly."
"Well then, good-bye, old man. We'll all come back together next year and see them win."
"Good-bye. Write to a fellow once in a while and let me know how you are all getting on in the world."