To escape the strap, Stockie dove under this bed.

The president, who was somewhat rheumatic, could not reach him very well, so he called upon the prefect and Paul to assist him in removing the bed.
They moved it from side to side around the room in vain, for Stockie was holding on to the bed cords.

Paul felt like an executioner to his friend; but life is sweet.

He glanced furtively at the prefect and saw him convulsed with smothered laughter.

The president made frantic attempts to dislodge Stockie and Paul dashed through the door to liberty.