No Dick was there, and no one had seen him.
Heathcote's face grew longer as he heard the report.

It was getting serious.

Dick was not only ill-treating him; he was cutting him.
He went off to Cresswell's study, as a last chance.

The study was empty; and even the caps were gone from the pegs.

Base desertion! As he left the study he met Pledge.
"Ah, youngster! Going to grind all to-day ?" "I was looking for Dick." "Oh! David looking for Jonathan.