I wish to goodness I had got it!" "You'll have to square him, somehow," said Georgie.

"You're positive it hasn't dropped into your shoes, or anywhere, by accident." The bare suggestion sent Coote up to the dormitory, where he undressed, and shook out each article of his toilet, in the hope of discovering the lost treasure.
Alas! high or low, there was no _sign_ of it.
He spent a terrible afternoon, wondering where he should be that time to-morrow, or whether possibly Mr Webster would alter his mind, and send a policeman up forthwith.
He was in no humour for tennis, or a row in the Den, or a "Sociable" concert after school, and avoided them all.

And to add to his troubles, Heathcote was detained two hours for some offence; so that he was deprived for an equal length of time of the consolation of that hero's sympathy and advice.
He spent the interval dismally in a retired corner of the field, where he hoped to be able to collect his shattered wits in peace.

But it was no good.

He could see no way through it.
"Oh!" thought he, for the hundredth time, "how I wish I had really taken it!" He had just arrived at this conclusion, when a light step approaching, caused him to look up, and see Dick.
"Hullo, old man," said the latter, "how jolly blue you look.