“My knife was a present from my mother,” said Savage. “I thought everything of it.”
“My watch was a present from my father. It was worth a neat little bit.”
“I can’t help that. I know it is a good watch. You’ll find it——”
“I don’t know about finding it. I had it last evening. I wound it up just the same as usual before going to bed. I remember very distinctly winding it.”
“Well, your watch didn’t walk out of this room, did it?”
“How about your knife?”
There was little satisfaction in these questions, and they suddenly realized that they would have to hustle if they were to be on hand at roll-call, whereupon they hastily completed preparations and scudded out of the room, both in a very bad temper.
After roll-call and morning service there were a few moments before breakfast. Savage came upon a group gathered about Gorman, who was telling of the mysterious disappearance of his watch. Just as he came up, Jim Wilson joined the group.
“Lost your watch right out of your room?” he said. “Well, I lost mine last night, so I’m in the same scrape.”
“Perhaps your ghost took it, Jim,” laughed one of the group of lads.