round
in his bed. He had an uncertain look in his eyes and was feverish.

"How do you feel, Tom?" he asked, sitting down and taking his brother's
hand.

"Not as good as usual," was the reply. Tom put his hand to his head,
as of old. "I've got a fierce pain here," he added.

"Shall I send for a doctor?"

"No, I'll keep quiet and maybe it will go over, Sam."

"All right, I'll have you excused from lessons."

Sam dressed and went below, and after breakfast came up again. He
found Tom sound asleep.

"I guess sleep will do him as much good as anything," he told himself,
and went out again, closing the door softly.

Sam had two classes to attend before dinner, so it was not until
quarter to twelve that he had a chance to run up to the room again. To
his surprise Tom was gone.

"Songbird, did you see Tom?" he called to his chum, who was in the next
room.

"No."

"He's gone, and I left him sound asleep when I went to lessons."

"Oh, he must be somewhere around," suggested the would-be poet of the
college. "Maybe he's taking a bath."

"I'll find out," said Sam.

On the way to the bathroom he met Spud and asked about Tom.

"Why, I saw Tom about eleven o'clock," said Spud. "He told me he was
going to town to see a doctor."

"Doctor Havens?"

"Yes."

"Oh, all right," and Sam felt much relieved. He went to dinner with
the others and then waited for Tom's return. A full hour went by and
still Tom did not show himself, and then Sam sought out Spud once more.

"How did Tom act when he went away, Spud?"

"Act? What do you mean?"

"Was he all right?"

"Well, to tell the truth, Sam, I think he looked a bit strange in his
eyes. But I guess he was all right. I'd not worry too much if I was
you. He'll be back before long. Maybe Doctor Havens was out and he
had to wait."

"That's so."

Presently Sam had a lecture to attend and went off to it. At half-past
three he was free once more and hurried again to his room. Tom was
still absent, and nobody seemed to know anything about him.

"I guess I had better go to town and see where he is," thought Sam, and
he asked Songbird if he wanted to go along.

"Yes, I'll go, Sam. But don't worry so much--I'm certain Tom is O.K."

"Maybe, Songbird. But you know how queer he acted. He didn't seem to
be able to get over that crack in his head."

"Well, it was an awful blow, Sam. It would have killed some people."

Before long the pair were on their wa