What a frightful thing to happen! How on earth had this come about? What in the world had brought Wain to the dormitory at that hour? Poor old Wyatt! If it had upset him (Mike) to see the house-master in the room, what would be the effect of such a sight on Wyatt, returning from the revels at Neville-Smith's!
And what could he do? Nothing. There was literally no way out. His mind went back to the night when he had saved Wyatt by a brilliant coup. The most brilliant of coups could effect nothing now. Absolutely and entirely the game was up.
Every minute that passed seemed like an hour to Mike. Dead silence reigned in the dormitory, broken every now and then by the creak of the other bed, as the house-master shifted his position. Twelve boomed across the field from the school clock. Mike could not help thinking what a perfect night it must be for him to be able to hear the strokes so plainly. He strained his ears for any indication of Wyatt's approach, but could hear nothing. Then a very faint scraping noise broke the stillness, and presently the patch of moonlight on the floor was darkened.
At that moment Mr. Wain relit his candle.
The unexpected glare took Wyatt momentarily aback. Mike saw him start. Then he seemed to recover himself. In a calm and leisurely manner he climbed into the room.
"James!" said Mr. Wain. His voice sounded ominously hollow.
Wyatt dusted his knees, and rubbed his hands together. "Hullo, is that you, father!" he said pleasantly.
CHAPTER XXV
MARCHING ORDERS
A silence followed. To Mike, lying in bed, holding his breath, it seemed a long silence. As a matter of fact it lasted for perhaps ten seconds. Then Mr. Wain spoke.
"You have been out, James?"
It is curious how in the more dramatic moments of life the inane remark is the first that comes to us.
"Yes, sir," said Wyatt.
"I am astonished. Exceedingly astonished."
"I got a bit of a start myself," said Wyatt.
"I shall talk to you in my study. Follow me there."
"Yes, sir."
He left the room, and Wyatt suddenly began to chuckle.
"I say, Wyatt!" said Mike, completely thrown off his balance by the events of the night.
Wyatt continued to giggle helplessly. He flung himself down on his bed, rolling with laughter. Mike began to get alarmed.
"It's all right," said Wyatt at last, speaking with difficulty. "But, I say, how long had he been sitting there?"
"It seemed hours. About an hour, I suppose, really."
"It's the funniest thing I've ever struck. Me sweating to get in quietly, and all the time him camping out on my bed!"
"But look here, what'll happen?"
Wyatt sat up.
"That reminds me. Suppose I'd better go down."
"What'll he do, do you think?"
"Ah, now, what!"
"But, I say, it's awful. What'll happen?"
"That's for him to decide. Speaking at a venture, I should say--"
"You don't think--?"
"The boot. The swift and sudden boot. I shall be sorry to part with you, but I'm afraid it's a case of 'Au revoir, my little Hyacinth.' We shall meet at Philippi. This is my Moscow. To-morrow I shall go out into the night with one long, choking sob. Years hence a white-haired bank-clerk will tap at your door when you're a prosperous professional cricketer with your photograph in Wisden. That'll be me. Well, I suppose I'd better go down. We'd better all get to bed some time to-night. Don't go to sleep."
"Not likely."
"I'll tell you all the latest news when I come back. Where are me slippers? Ha, 'tis well! Lead on, then, minions. I follow."
In the study Mr. Wain was fumbling restlessly with his papers when Wyatt appeared.
"Sit down, James," he said.
Wyatt sat down. One of his slippers fell off with a clatter. Mr. Wain jumped nervously.
"Only my slipper," explained Wyatt. "It slipped."
Mr. Wain took up a pen, and began to tap the table.
"Well, James?"
Wyatt said nothing.
"I should be glad to hear your explanation of this disgraceful matter."
"The fact is--" said Wyatt.
"Well?"
"I haven't one, sir."
"What were you doing out of your dormitory, out of the house, at that hour?"
"I went for a walk, sir."
"And, may I inquire, are you in the habit of violating the strictest school rules by absenting yourself from the house during the night?"
"Yes, sir."
"What?"