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Rh had not known how serious it would be. But, nevertheless, it was a promise.

Tom stumbled into his room. The Snail and Phil were gone. Sid sat with the light turned low. He jumped up as his chum came in.

"Tom," he cried, "what's the matter?"

"Nothing," was the answer in a dull, spiritless tone. Tom threw himself into a chair. The fussy little clock ticked away. Half an hour passed and not a word was spoken.

"You'd better go to bed, old man," said Sid gently. "It'll be all right to-morrow."

Without a word Tom began to undress. Th light was turned out. Sid was dozing off when he heard his chum tossing restlessly on his bed.

"Tom," he called through the darkness, "can I help you?"

"No," came the answer, and then Tom lay quiet. But he did not sleep.