Then there was a loud report, as if a pistol had been set off, and a lot of smoke puffed up in Billy’s face.
Next the washstand tipped over and Billy received a ducking much worse than he had got on the night that Jack’s water pitcher had been overturned upon him.
“Hello! what’s the matter with Billy?” asked several of the boys.
“Oh, you prefer that sort of bed, do you?” asked Arthur.
“Maybe that is why he did not want to let Jack have it,” added Harry.
“Enjoy yourself, Billy,” said Jack with a smile, sitting on his own bed.
Nothing happened, much to Billy’s surprise and disappointment.
“How is this?” the joker asked as he got up. “Did I fix the wrong bed, after all?”
“No, that was all right, Billy, but I have been here since,” laughed Jack, taking off his socks.
“Huh! And you found it out?”