Savage felt himself getting cold as ice. He began to shiver so that the bed shook. In that moment he was ashamed of himself, for he was not a fellow who believed in such nonsense as ghosts. Summoning all his will-power, he sat up in bed, expecting the thing would vanish, in which case he would be satisfied it was an hallucination of some sort. Instead of vanishing, the ghost stretched out a hand toward Joe as if to grasp him. Immediately Savage lay down again. The thing slowly moved away, disappearing from view. Joe lay there, hearing Gorman still breathing regularly and stentoriously, but straining his ears for some other sound. The door leading from his room to the corridor was not in view. Joe had remained silent thus a full minute or more. At last he forced himself to get out of bed and step out of the alcove into the room. He was still shaking, but he looked about in vain for the spook. The thing, had vanished from the room. He crossed the floor quickly and tried the door. It was locked. “Well,” said Savage to himself, “I wonder if I really did see anything! I’m almost ready to swear I did, and yet——” He lighted a match and looked around as well as he could. Lights were not permitted in the rooms at that hour, but he did not believe any one would observe the light from a burning match. The striking of the match broke Gorman’s slumber. He choked, started, and sat up. He saw Savage in the middle of the room, holding the lighted match above his head. “What’s up?” grunted Abe, rubbing his eyes. “I am,” answered Joe. “What are you looking for?” “The spook.” “Hey?” “I saw it,” said Savage. “What’s the matter with you?” growled Gorman, in deep disgust. “Come back to bed.” The match burned Joe’s fingers and he dropped it. “I saw something,” he declared. “Been dreaming,” mumbled Gorman, lying down. But the darkness seemed to convince Joe that he had really and truly seen something. “No,” he declared grimly, “I know I saw something at the foot of the bed.” “Pooh!” ejaculated Abe, and he got into a comfortable position and prepared to sleep again. After returning to bed Joe lay a long time thinking the matter over. “I’m not a fool,” he thought, “and I am ready to bet my life that there was some kind of a thing in this room.” The impression settled on him so that he found it almost impossible to get to sleep. As he lay thus a sudden wild yell echoed through the corridors, followed by a commotion. Joe had left the bed at a single bound as the yell rang out. Another bound seemed to take him to the door of his room. He found some difficulty in unlocking the door, as the key was not in the lock, and he was compelled to take it from the hook where it hung and use it to unlock the door. By the time he got outside, with Gorman at his heels, the corridor was swarming with excited cadets in their night garments. “What’s the racket?” asked Savage, of the nearest fellow.