“‘Hello, what’s that, Jack? What is the dog howling about?’
“‘Pink, Pink, come here.’
“‘What’s that?’ said both, simultaneously, as they heard a faint moan, and rolled their eyes in the moonlight.
“‘Pink, Pink, Pink, come here!’ shouted Jack; but still the hound stood in the broad light, howling at something in the shade; and when a second moan, louder than the first, caught the rustic’s ear, ‘By golly, Jack!’ said he, ‘it’s nothing but a ghost! this youth is off, sure!’ and he hustled away from the bridge in a hurry.
“Ike, however, more courageous than his companion, went down to the brook side and discovered a student lying almost submerged, with his head saved from sinking by a cluster of willow stumps.
“Horrified at the discovery, he knew not what to do, but shouting at the top of his voice, induced his companion to return.
“After much difficulty, they dragged the inanimate form from among the willows; but mud had so disfigured him that they knew not who it was.
“Blood flowed freely from the left breast.
“One of them staunched the wound with a handkerchief, and both rustics carried the body towards the house in front, Pink having the lantern suspended from his neck.
“Had a thunderbolt crashed through the roof, it could not have caused a more sudden cessation of festivities than did the arrival of Lawrence, borne as he was in the arms of the servants.