After returning to bed Joe lay a long time thinking the matter over.
“I’m not a fool,” he thought, “and I am ready to bet my life that there was some kind of a thing in this room.”
The impression settled on him so that he found it almost impossible to get to sleep. As he lay thus a sudden wild yell echoed through the corridors, followed by a commotion.
Joe had left the bed at a single bound as the yell rang out. Another bound seemed to take him to the door of his room. He found some difficulty in unlocking the door, as the key was not in the lock, and he was compelled to take it from the hook where it hung and use it to unlock the door.
By the time he got outside, with Gorman at his heels, the corridor was swarming with excited cadets in their night garments.
“What’s the racket?” asked Savage, of the nearest fellow.
“Jim Wilson saw a ghost,” was the laughing answer. “Wouldn’t that jar you!”
But immediately Savage was eager to question Wilson. This was prevented, however, at this time, as the boys were hustled into their rooms.
“What do you think of that?” asked Joe, when he and Gorman were back in their room.
“Jim Wilson’s a scare-baby,” returned Gorman. “If any other fellow had yelled like that I’d thought it a joke to get up a sensation. Wilson would never think of such a thing.”