"Lost!" echoed Warden.  He sprang to his feet.  "Roy not in the house! Roy lost!"  Back over his memory came the picture of the lovely sleeping boy, of the real love and pride with which he had kissed him.  His prize essay became as nothing to him.  But swift through his hard, cold heart passed an arrow of intolerable pain.  "Roy, lost?" he repeated.  "God help me! and I wor werry rough to the little chap."