which Tom had placed his clothes and saw
that it was empty. The door to the corridor was ajar.

"Can he have been walking in his sleep, or did he wander away out of
his mind?" was the agonizing thought that rushed through Sam's, mind.
In a jiffy he was out of bed and had begun to dress. He did not spend
longer than was necessary on his toilet. Then he hurried out of the
room and gazed about him. An assistant janitor was nearby, running a
vacuum cleaner over the floor.

"Gilson, you know my brother Tom," he said. "Have you seen him?"

"Saw him outside quite a while ago," was the reply.

"Where did he go?"

"I don't know. He was near the gym."

"Thanks."

It did not take Sam long to reach the campus. Fully a score of Brill
students were in evidence, but a quick glance showed that Tom was not
among them.

"Hello, Sam!" came from Bob Grimes, one of the crowd. "How goes it
this morning?"

"Fine, Bob. Have you seen Tom?"

"Yes, he took a walk down the road."

"Which way?"

"Towards town."

"Long ago?"

"Best part of half an hour, I guess."

Sam said no more but hurried across the broad campus and on to the
highway leading to Ashton. The big bell in the tower was sending out
its last call for breakfast. Sam put down the road on a run, all sorts
of thoughts wandering through his brain. What if Tom was clean out of
his mind and had wandered off?

"Whoop! Sam! Where bound in such a hurry, child?" came the unexpected
call from a nearby field, and Tom vaulted the rail fence lightly.
"Taking the morning air, like myself?"

"Tom!" gasped the younger brother, coming to a halt. He ran up closer
and gave the other a quick look. Tom's eyes were as bright as they had
ever been. "Are you feeling all right this morning?" he faltered.

"Best I've felt in a long time, Sam. Say, were you coming after me?"
demanded Tom, quickly.

"Yes, if you want to know."

"Thought I was going to run away, eh? Well, you're mistaken, Sammy, my
son. I'm not going to do anything of the sort. You know how bad I
felt yesterday."

"You certainly were bad yesterday. But come on, it's time for
breakfast."

"All right, Sam," and the two walked to the college side by side.
"Say, I did some queer things yesterday, didn't I?" went on the
fun-loving Rover, anxiously.

"You certainly did, Tom."

"Got Spud and Stanley in a regular mess."

"Worse than that. They were in danger of their lives."

"I was a fool, Sam,