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“What’s the matter with you fellows?” asked Ben, when they tugged at his arm with trembling fingers.

“Say, Ben, there is some kind of wild animal up there!” stammered George, endeavoring to keep his teeth from chattering.

“Yes, and it sprang right in my face!” added Ed, ducking his head when he heard another sound above him in the darkness.

Ben laughed so heartily that the boys began to feel somewhat ashamed for having told him anything about it. Then he explained it to them.

“Why, those are little flying squirrels, the prettiest little fellows you ever saw. I’ll show them to you to-morrow. They couldn’t harm a baby. However, you can take that lower bunk opposite us, and they won’t bother you any more to-night.”

Neither of the boys was a coward, however; and, now that they knew what had disturbed them, they climbed manfully back to their bunk and pulled the blankets over their heads, determined to pay no more attention to their strange bed-fellows.

“Say, Tom, those lads are all right,” said Ben, addressing the blanketed figure beside him.