Had he been quite sure his brother was in the capable company of his fellow-fags, he would have been comparatively comfortable.

But the possibility of the feckless youngster wandering about benighted somewhere on his own account added a new weight to the burden which already lay on the spirit of the luckless treasurer of the School clubs.
"I've a good mind to turn out and look for my minor," said he to Denton.
"What could you do?
He's all right.

You couldn't do anything in the dark, and on a night like this.

I'm game to turn out any hour you like in the morning, if he's not come by then.

I bet you the four young scamps will all stroll in for call-over, and wonder whatever the fuss was about." There was nothing to be done, and Fisher lay awake all night, listening to every sound, and reproaching himself over and over again (as one will do when everything goes wrong) that he had made such a mess of everything this term.
About daybreak there came a ring at the school-bell, and half the school jumped to its feet.