“What’s all that? Who’s there?”
“O, nothing. It’s only a new student,” said Bart, quietly.
Bogud’s door closed again.
They then led the donkey on. But just as they reached Jiggins’s door, it opened, and Jiggins put forth his head, holding a candle out, and blinking at them. To his horror he saw immediately in front of him the shaggy companion of the “B. O. W. C.” But at the same moment he recognized the boys, and this reassured him.
“What—what’s all this?” he gasped. “It’s a nightmare,” said Bart; “we’re taking him up to fight the ghost.”
At this the donkey looked amiably at the figure in the doorway, and making a step forward, put his head through, and was about entering when the occupant of the room banged the door in his face.
The boys then resumed their journey. But the last flight was not passed without a fearful racket, and the donkey lost the remaining bandage. At length, however, they reached the top, and walking softly themselves, they led the donkey over to a point near where Pat’s room was.
Leaving him here, they then retired.
The donkey was thus left alone to himself, and to a cold boiled turnip, which Bart had put under his nose. After a short season of bewilderment, he proceeded to regale himself on this.
The “B. O. W. C.” all separated, and went to bed.