"Why, wasn't you there?" cried Isaac Bolum. "Wasn't it you and William?"
"No," I fairly shouted. "Perry Thomas had the school."
Josiah Nummler's pole clattered to the floor, and he sank into a chair.
"I see—I see," he gasped. "Poor William!"
"I see—I see," said I. "Poor William!"
For William had felt the hand of "Doogulus!"
