I determined to say nothing about my capture to any one else, knowing well that it would become known quickly enough when the faculty took action in the matter. Whatever action they contemplated, I received no advice concerning it during the morning or early afternoon, and the day was, therefore, a period of uneasy suspense to me. Without Tony Larcom and his unfailing good humor for companionship I do not know what I would have done. I never appreciated his friendship so much as then.
All doubt was dispelled from my mind when, at the close of the afternoon recitation, Mr. Dikes, who stood just by the door as my classmates filed out, touched me on the shoulder, and beckoned me to one side.
“The faculty wish to see you at their meeting in the main college office, Mr. Elder.”
“All right, Mr. Dikes,” I answered with all the calmness I could summon. “I am ready.”
“If you will step into my office,” he said, “I will let you know when they want you.”
As I started after Mr. Dikes, I felt some one touch me. It was Tony Larcom.
“I wish you good luck, old fellow,” he said, hastily pressing my arm. “Keep up your spirits, and don’t let them rattle you.”
I nodded my thanks, and followed Mr. Dikes into his office.