We simply must find him.

But how and where ?" Mr.Rae was not unskilled in such a matter.

"Find a man, find his friends," he muttered.

"Let's see.

What does the young fool do?
What are his games?
Ah! Football! I have it! Young Dunn is my man." Hence to young Dunn forthwith Mr.Rae betook himself.
It was still early in the day when Mr.Rae's mild, round, jolly, clean-shaven face beamed in upon Mr.Dunn, who sat with dictionaries, texts, and class notebooks piled high about him, burrowing in that mound of hidden treasure which it behooves all prudent aspirants for university honours to diligently mine as the fateful day approaches.
With Mr.Dunn time had now come to be measured by moments, and every moment golden.