But where! "Where ?" I managed to gasp.
"There, down in the quad," he replied, pointing out of the window, but looking another way.
Curiosity is sometimes greater than fear, and for all my terror I could not resist the impulse to steal up to the window and look out.

And others did the same.
It was as Lamb had said.

There in the quadrangle below, moving restlessly to and fro, and swaying itself upward, as if in supplication, was the white form, erect but helpless.

For a long time we gazed without a word.

At last, one more hardy than the rest said--"What can it be ?" What a question! What could it be but--Bubbles! Still, when the question was once asked, it did occur to one or two of us that possibly we might have jumped to a conclusion too hastily.