pered Roger. "Come on, but don't dare to make any noise."
All of the boys, including little Macklin and Polly Vane, were soon outside of dormitories Nos. 11 and 12—the two rooms the "crowd" occupied. They went forth on tiptoe, scarcely daring to breathe.
Arriving at Job Haskers' door, they listened and heard the teacher preparing to go to bed. One shoe after another dropped to the floor, and then came a creaking of the bed, which told that he had lain down.
"That ram isn't going to do anything," began Sam, in disgust, when there came a bang on the closet door that caused everybody to jump.
"Wha-what's that?" cried Job Haskers, sitting up in bed. He fancied somebody had knocked on the door to the hall.
Another bang resounded on the closet door. The ram had finished the apple, and wanted his freedom. The teacher leaped to the middle of the bedroom floor.
"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
