The boy's cry had reached the wakeful ears of Mr Frampton, and already he was on his way to the sick-chamber.
Jeffreys sank down on his bed in an agony of terror and suspense.

The boy's cry resounded in his ears and deafened him, till at last he could endure it no longer.
Next morning, when the school was gathered in the hall, after prayers, Mr Frampton, looking round him, missed the figure that was uppermost in his thoughts.
"Will some one tell Jeffreys to come here ?" he said.
Mr Freshfield went, but returned suddenly to announce that Jeffreys' study was empty, and that a rope formed of sheets suspended from his window made it evident he had escaped in the night and quitted Bolsover..