They pulled the cord taut, and then raised the head of the bed an inch or two. Then they let it drop.
"Oh—er—who is that? " they heard Job Haskers murmur. "Is it time to get up, Swingly?" He mentioned the name of the school janitor, who had orders to rouse him when he was over-sleeping.
Of course there was no answer to the teacher's question. He waited for a moment, and then turned over in bed, as if for another snooze.
"Now we'll give him a sharp jerk," whispered Dave, and the students caught hold of the cord with vigor. Up came the head of the bed about a foot and swayed violently towards the door.
"Hi! hi! What's this?" roared Job Haskers, sitting bolt upright, and gazing about in bewilderment.
"It's the end of the world!" came, in a hollow voice, through the keyhole. "The end of the world!"
"Mercy on me! It's an earthquake, that's what it is!" burst from the befuddled teacher, and then as the bed was jerked high in the air once more, he rolled over in the blankets and slid down to the lower end, where one foot got caught between the brass bars.
