“Is it in your room now?” Preston asked.
“Yes.”
“Where did you find it?”
“In my cot.”
“The devil you did! I wonder you weren’t frightened out of your very wits.”
“I nearly was,” Bootles admitted.
“Did you see it at once? Was it howling?”
“Howling? Not a bit of it. Never saw a jollier little beggar in all my life.”
“Oh!” ejaculated Miles, blankly. “I say, you fellows, don’t that sound to you very much like the proud pap—ah?”
“You fellows” all laughed at this, even perplexed Bootles, and Hartog asked a question.