"He'11 be as glad as I am—and that's saying something! Well, come along, old man—the band is outside." They flung on their coats and hurried off.
From time to time in the early part of the evening Jeff's eyes sought the front seat where Hugh was always to be found, watching quietly. He was vaguely puzzled at his nonappearance, but it did not occur to him to be uneasy. It was not necessary for him to be there until after the interval; and very possibly Mrs. Crowe had impressed him for service with Lennie. Still, her turn was over, and he knew that Hugh recognized that the deception of his being a mere spectator was heightened by his being in his seat all through the performance.
When, however, there was no sign of him at the interval, he became a little troubled. He slipped out of the tent, and at its entrance ran into Micky.
"Mick, where's Hugh? He ought to be here."
"I wish I knew, then," answered Micky. "I've just been lookin' f'r him. There's no sign of him, an' 'tis not dressed he is, neither—his blue suit's lyin' ready. So I wint like smoke to Mrs. Dan's an' Mrs. Crowe's, an' they've none of them seen him."
"Where on earth " began Jeff, anxiously. A voice
cut him short. It was Pazo, tall and impressive in his Hussar uniform.
"Are you lookin' for the boy? I've seen 'im asleep be'ind your tent, jus' before dark—but per'aps 'e is not there still."
Micky and Jeff were gone in a flash, racing. It was very