Joe lay there, hearing Gorman still breathing regularly and stentoriously, but straining his ears for some other sound.
The door leading from his room to the corridor was not in view.
Joe had remained silent thus a full minute or more. At last he forced himself to get out of bed and step out of the alcove into the room. He was still shaking, but he looked about in vain for the spook. The thing, had vanished from the room.
He crossed the floor quickly and tried the door. It was locked.
“Well,” said Savage to himself, “I wonder if I really did see anything! I’m almost ready to swear I did, and yet——”
He lighted a match and looked around as well as he could. Lights were not permitted in the rooms at that hour, but he did not believe any one would observe the light from a burning match.
The striking of the match broke Gorman’s slumber. He choked, started, and sat up. He saw Savage in the middle of the room, holding the lighted match above his head.
“What’s up?” grunted Abe, rubbing his eyes.
“I am,” answered Joe.
“What are you looking for?”