“Jim Wilson saw a ghost,” was the laughing answer. “Wouldn’t that jar you!” But immediately Savage was eager to question Wilson. This was prevented, however, at this time, as the boys were hustled into their rooms. “What do you think of that?” asked Joe, when he and Gorman were back in their room. “Jim Wilson’s a scare-baby,” returned Gorman. “If any other fellow had yelled like that I’d thought it a joke to get up a sensation. Wilson would never think of such a thing.” “But I saw something here in this very room a while ago.” “Don’t tell anybody that,” sneered Abe, as he again prepared to sleep. “They’ll take you for a big chump.” Gorman was a fellow who liked to sleep, and he declined to make any further talk. During the remainder of the night all was quiet about the academy. CHAPTER XXVI—THINGS ARE MISSING “Hey, Savage!” said Gorman, as they were rushing through dressing in order to be present at roll-call; “where’s my watch?” “How do I know?” returned Joe, as he buttoned his shirt. “Where you put it, I suppose.” “No it isn’t. It’s gone.” “Well, I think you’ll find it if you look for it.” “But I can’t find it!” snapped Gorman. “I left it right here on the table last night, where I leave it every night. It’s gone now.” “Well, you needn’t look to me for it!” flung back Savage, whose temper had been ruffled by the tone assumed by his roommate. “I hope you don’t think I took your old watch? I have one of my own, and—Hey! where’s my knife?” Savage was very neat and trim in his habits, and he always cleaned his finger-nails mornings when he reached a certain point in his dressing. It was shortly after washing his face and hands, as that was the best time to do so. Just now he had thrust his hand into his pocket for his knife, only to discover that it was gone. Gorman paid no attention to Joe, but continued to look around for his watch, a scowl on his face. Savage felt hastily through his pockets, then began to look around himself. “Seen my knife?” he demanded. “No!” snapped Abe; “but I’d like to see my watch. It’s mighty strange where that watch has disappeared to.” Joe stood still, his hands in his pockets, thinking. “I had that knife last night,” he muttered. “I sharpened a pencil with it. I was sitting right there by the table. I put it back into my pocket. Funny where it’s gone.” Then the two boys found themselves staring suspiciously at each other. “My watch is valuable,” said Gorman. “My knife was a present from my mother,” said Savage. “I thought everything of it.” “My watch was a present from my father. It was worth a neat little bit.” “I can’t help that. I know it is a good watch. You’ll find it——” “I don’t know about finding it. I had it last evening. I wound it up just the same as usual before going to bed. I remember very distinctly winding it.” “Well, your watch didn’t walk out of this room, did it?” “How about your knife?”