"Who is in there?" he demanded, walking toward the closet. "Who is there, I say?"
Getting no answer, he paused in perplexity. Then a grin overspread his crafty face, and he slipped on some of his clothing.
"So I've caught you, eh?" he observed. "Going to play some trick on me, were you? I am half of a mind to make you stay there all night, no matter who you are. I suppose you thought I wouldn't get back quite so early. In the morning, I'll——"
Another bang on the door cut his speculations short. He struck a match and lit the light, and then unlocking the closet door, threw it wide open.
What happened next came with such suddenness that Job Haskers was taken completely by surprise. As soon as the door was opened, the ram leaped out. He caught one glimpse of the teacher, and, lowering his head, he made a plunge and caught Job Haskers fairly and squarely in the stomach, doubling up the man like a jack-knife. Haskers went down in a heap, and, turning, the ram gave him a second prod in the side.
"Hi! stop! murder! help!" came in terror. "Stop it, you beast! Hi! call him off, somebody! Oh, my!" And then Job Haskers tried to arise and place a table between himself and the ram. But the animal was now thoroughly aroused, and went at the table with vigor, upsetting it on the teacher and hurling both over into a corner.
By this time the noise had aroused nearly the entire school, and pupils and teachers came hurrying from all directions.
"What is the trouble here?" demanded Andrew Dale, as he came up to where Dave was standing.
"Sounds like a bombardment in Mr. Haskers' room, sir," was the answer.
"Mr. Haskers is trying some new gymnastic exercises," came from a student in the rear of the crowd.