"Say, Stuffer, this doesn't seem to be right," observed Andy,
after a full mile and a half had been covered.
"Huh! I know I am
right," was the reply. "We'll get to the barn in a few minutes."
They
continued to go forward, up a slight rise of ground and then down into
something of a hollow. Andy was just about to say again that he thought they
were on the wrong path when he caught sight of a
small campfire.
"Hello, see that!" he exclaimed.
"They have
arrived and lit a fire!" answered Stuffer. "I don't blame them. It is pretty
cold. But they are running the risk of being discovered."
"Stuffer,
this isn't the location of the old barn. We are not near
the lake."
"How do you know?"
"The locality doesn't look like
it. These are hemlock trees, while back of the barn there are chestnuts and
walnuts."
"That's so too," and now Stuffer became doubtful.
Moving
a little more slowly, the two boys drew closer to the campfire. They saw that
it was in a little clearing, to one side of which were some rocks and a
spring of water. On the other side several small trees had been cut down and
a rude shelter erected, covered with an old wagon top and several old horse
blankets.
"Must be a gypsy camp," said Stuffer, in a low tone, as the two
boys stepped behind some bushes to gaze at the scene presented.
"They
are tramps," was Andy's answer. "Don't you see the hoboes
lying around?"
He pointed to the forms of three men resting near the
campfire. They were all rough-looking individuals and their clothing and
shoes were much dilapidated. Several empty bottles lay scattered around,
indicating that the fellows were drinkers. Near the shelter were a pile of
chicken feathers and the skin of a lamb.
"I'll tell you what I think,"
whispered Andy. "These are not only tramps but also thieves. They have been
robbing the farmers' henroosts and somebody's sheepfold. They've got a
regular hangout here. I wonder how many of them there are?"
"I see
three--but some of the crowd may be under the shelter. If they are thieves
they ought to be locked up."
"Yes. Shall we go into the camp and ask them
the way?"
"I don't think we ought to trust them. They might detain us,
and rob us."
Putting out the light so that they might not be
discovered, the two cadets walked around the camp of the tramps. They saw
that it was a hangout that had been used for some time. With great caution
they stole up to the back of the rude shelter and peered within. They saw
three more men, who were all snoring lustily.
"That makes six all
told," said Stuffer, as he and his chum withdrew.
"Did you notice that
fellow who was in the corner?" demanded Andy, excitedly.
"Not
particularly. Why?"
"Unless I am greatly mistaken he is the fellow I saw
in the jewelry store the day I was robbed--the chap I thought might be
guilty."
"Is that so, Andy? Are you certain it is the
fellow?"
"No, because I didn't get a good look at his face. But he
certainly looked a good deal like him."
"Then you ought to
investigate--I mean later on, when we have some of the others with us," went
on Stuffer hastily. "It would be foolish for us to tackle six men
alone."
"I'll come back some time to-morrow--if I can get a crowd to
come along," was the reply from the acrobatic youth. "Beyond a doubt
these fellows are thieves, and the farmers around here would be glad to
place them under arrest."
"In that case let the Putnam Hall cadets
make the capture. It will be quite a feather in our cap."
"I'd like to
get back that stolen medal and the ring," said Andy, as they moved away from
the tramps' hangout. "And I'd like to see the guilty party punished for
attacking me."
Having withdrawn into the woods once more the two cadets
set to work to find the right path to the old barn. This was no easy task,
and it was not until almost daybreak that Andy gave a cry and pointed
ahead.
"I see the lake! I think I know where we are now."
He
hurried on and Stuffer came behind him, and presently the pair struck a wagon
road running directly past the old Bailey barn. They ran up to the structure,
to be stopped by a cadet who was on guard.
"Halt and give the
countersign!" cried the cadet.
"Hello!" cried Andy. "That sounds natural.
Is the crowd here?"
"It is," answered the cadet. "How did you make
out?"
Andy told him and then went in the barn, where he found the other
cadets assembled, some sleeping and a few talking in low tones. Four guards
had been stationed outside, to give the alarm, should the enemy be
seen approaching.
"We might as well be on the move," said Jack, after
Andy and Stuffer had told their story. "As soon as it is daylight Crabtree
and Cuddle will most likely send somebody out to look for us."
"Yes,
and we want to make a regular camp somewhere," put in Stuffer. "Then we can
start a fire and cook a good breakfast, and----"
The boy who loved to eat
did not finish for several began to laugh.
"We'll make Stuffer head
cook," cried Pepper. "Stuffer, how does that suit you?"
"All right--if
only you won't ask me to wash dishes," was the reply.
"Everybody will
have to do his share of work," said Jack, and looked knowingly at Pepper.
Then he leaned over and whispered in Andy's ear. "I am afraid we are going to
have trouble with Reff Ritter and his crowd. Reff wants to have everything
his own way, and he thinks the fellows ought to make him
leader."
CHAPTER
XXIV THE RIVAL RUNAWAYS
By eight
o'clock that morning the runaway cadets of Putnam Hall went into camp not a
great distance away from where Andy had driven the wagon into the woods. They
found an ideal spot in a small clearing surrounded by dense woods. There the
tents were pitched, and some of the boys cleaned out a handy spring, that all
the water needed might be procured. While some of the cadets were raising the
tents, others, under the directions of Bob Grenwood and Stuffer, were
preparing breakfast. The cook stove had been set up, and three cadets had
been detailed by Jack to procure firewood.
"We'll have this camp in
apple-pie order before noon," said the young major. "I am going to observe
the same kind of regulations as if we were off on an annual
encampment."
Early in the morning one of the cadets had hurried away to
Cedarville, to send a telegram to Captain Putnam, notifying him of the state
of affairs. A letter was also dropped into the post-office for the
master of the Hall, and this was marked Private. Then another letter was
sent to Josiah Crabtree, a farm boy being hired to deliver it. This
letter ran as follows:
"Mr. Josiah Crabtree:
"Dear Sir: We
have left Putnam Hall to camp out until the return of Captain Putnam. To
remain at the school under the management of yourself and Mr. Cuddle was
impossible. As soon as Captain Putnam returns we shall lay our case before
him.
"Yours
truly, "The Students'
Committee, "Joseph Nelson,
Sec'y."
"I guess that will set old Crabtree to thinking," was Dale's
comment, when the communication was dispatched. "He'll find out that he can't
do just as he pleases."
"Yes, and it will set that new teacher to
thinking too," added Pepper. "Oh, wouldn't I like to square up with Pluxton
Cuddle, for cutting us short on rations!"
Andy had told the young
major about the tramps and Jack agreed to see what could be done as soon as
camp matters were arranged.
"I've got to get things into shape here
first," said Jack. "I feel it in my bones that Ritter is going to make
trouble. Since we ran away he acts like a regular sorehead."
While
breakfast was being served Reff Ritter and Gus Coulter growled at nearly
everything that was being done. The camping spot, to them, was no good, the
tents were not properly placed, and Reff stated loudly that he would have
picked out a spot that had better drinking water, while Coulter turned up his
nose at the coffee served.
"This is regular dishwater," said Gus. "I
thought we ran away to have something good to eat and to drink."
"See
here, Gus, if you don't like the coffee, supposing you make some for
yourself," answered Bob Grenwood, sharply.
"Huh! Maybe you think I can't
make coffee!"
"This ham is about half done," came from Nick Paxton. "It
isn't fit for a dog to eat."
"Well, what can you expect, when those
fellows are running everything to suit themselves?" growled Reff Ritter. "If
I was leader I'd have things different."
"See here, Reff!" cried Jack,
sharply. "I don't like your talk at all. The boys are doing the best they
can. You can't expect everything to work like a charm at the very start. We
are all tired out, and what we need is a good night's sleep. Don't grumble so
much."
"I'll grumble if I please!" flared up the bully of the school.
"You may be major of the battalion but you can't boss me here."
"You
didn't have to come with us if you didn't want to," put in Dale. "Jack is our
leader, and everybody in this camp has got to obey
his orders."
"That's the talk!" cried Pepper.
"Humph! Then I
reckon the best we can do is to get out," answered Ritter, with a meaning
look at his cronies.
"Yes, give us our share of the camp stuff and we'll
go," added Coulter.
"All in favor of going with Reff Ritter raise their
right hand," sang out Nick Paxton.
Evidently the matter had been
talked over between the bully and his cohorts for on the instant nine hands
went up.
"Ten of us, counting Reff," said Coulter. "How many are there
all told?"
"Thirty-three," answered Fred.
"Then we number about
one-third of the total and we ought to have one-third of the stuff," said a
cadet who had voted to join Reff Ritter.
"That wouldn't be fair!" cried
Hogan. "Sure, and it was Jack and his chums who planned this thing and who
got the most of the goods together, so they did. Ritter didn't carry a thing
but his own clothing."
"Never mind," said the young major. "If Ritter and
his crowd want to camp by themselves let them do it. We'll give them a fair
share of the tents and the provisions."
A warm discussion followed,
which almost ended in a fight. But Jack's suggestion prevailed, and just
before noon Ritter and his nine followers left, taking with them a share of
the tents and the provisions. The bully wanted more than was dealt out to
him, and went away muttering that he would pay the others back for their
meanness.
"I am glad they are gone," said Jack, when the crowd had
departed. "We'd never have harmony with them around."
"Right you are,"
answered Pepper. "Just the same, I think we gave them more than they
deserved."
"We've got to keep our eyes peeled for them," was Dale's
comment. "Ritter is just the fellow to play us some underhanded
trick."
"That's true--he doesn't know when to be grateful," said Bart
Conners.
"I am glad he is gone," came from Stuffer. "Now we won't have to
cook for so many." And this remark caused a smile.
With the
discontented ones gone the camp took on a more cheerful appearance. Breakfast
was finished, and the few dishes washed, and then the majority of the cadets
laid down to rest, for they had not had a sound sleep since the rebellion had
begun. Andy and Joe were anxious to go after the tramps, but Andy could
hardly keep his eyes open, while Joe was little better off.
"Might as
well wait until to-morrow," said the young major. "It isn't likely those
tramps will go away in a hurry. Most likely they intend to stay there until
cold weather."
A guard was set, which was changed every two hours, and
the cadets laid down to rest. The majority of them slept "like logs," and it
was again dark when they commenced to stir around, and Stuffer began
preparations for supper.
"Wonder what is going on at the Hall," said
Jack, as he stretched himself. "Crabtree and the others must be hunting for
us."
"I don't care what they do, so long as they don't find us,"
answered Pepper.
In the evening Pepper and Andy set off for
Cedarville, to buy some things that were needed in the camp. They took to the
regular road, thinking they could easily get out of sight if any of the
enemy appeared.
As they walked along they saw a buggy approaching. It
contained two girls, and as it came closer Pepper uttered an exclamation of
pleasure:
"Laura Ford and her sister Flossie! Won't they be surprised
when they learn what has happened."
The girls he mentioned were two
old friends of the cadets. They were the daughters of a Mr. Rossmore Ford, a
rich gentleman who owned a summer cottage called Point View Lodge, located on
the lake shore. In the past the boys had done the girls several services of
importance and the young ladies and their parents were correspondingly
grateful.
CHAPTER
XXV NEWS OF INTEREST
"And so you've
really and truly run away!" cried Laura Ford, after Pepper and Andy had told
their story. "What fun! I wish I was a cadet!"
"How angry that Mr.
Crabtree must be!" came from Flossie, as she tossed back her curls. "Of
course he'll tell Captain Putnam it was all your fault."
"Most
likely," said Pepper.
"Where are you going now?" asked Laura.
"To
Cedarville--to buy some things we need. You see, we came off in such a hurry
we forgot some things," and The Imp grinned.
"Can't we help you?" asked
Flossie. "I'd dearly love to--you boys have done so much for
us."
"Might bake us some pies," suggested Andy, with a twinkle in his
eye.
"Just the thing--only we'll get the cook to do the baking. We'll
have the pies for you to-morrow. Where shall we bring them?"
"Oh, that
will be too much trouble," cried Andy. "I didn't really mean what I
said."
"But we'll get the pies for you--and some cake too. Just tell us
where to bring them," said Laura. "Can we visit your camp? I'd like to
see what it looks like."
"We'll feel honored," said Pepper, and then
he told where the camp was located. The girls said they would have the
coachman drive them as close as possible to the spot and would get there
early enough, so the cadets could have the pies for dinner. Then the two
parties separated.
"Now those are girls worth knowing!" cried Pepper.
"Always willing to treat a fellow just right."
"I guess Stuffer would
think so--if he knew about the pies," returned Andy. "Well, I'd like a piece
of good pie myself." And he smacked his lips.
The boys hurried to
Cedarville and there procured the articles they wanted. Then they asked
several people if any chicken thieves had been around lately.
"Yes,
indeed!" said one man. "Tom Robinson lost some chickens last week, and so did
Billy Peters and the Widow Lilly."
"Were any lambs stolen?" asked
Andy.
"I heard that Landerson the butcher, had a lamb stolen a couple of
weeks ago. He just bought it from a man over to Hoetown. What do you want
to know for? Do you know anything about the thieves?"
"I think I do.
I'll go over and ask the butcher about the lamb."
At the butcher shop the
two cadets had quite a talk, the upshot of which was that the butcher said he
would visit the camp on the following afternoon, bringing two farmers who had
lost chickens with him. He let the boys have some fresh meat on trust, and
smiled broadly when they asked him not to tell anybody where their camp was
located.
"I know something about the trouble up to the school," he said.
"One of them teachers--I think his name is Crabapple, or something
like that--wanted my cousin, Jim Pepperhill, to go up there to keep
order. But Jim didn't like the looks of the teacher and wouldn't
go."
"Did Mr. Crabtree say what the trouble was?" asked
Pepper.
"Said some of the boys wouldn't behave themselves, and that they
had to be locked in their bedrooms and kept there."
From the butcher
shop the two cadets visited the post-office, to see if there was any mail for
themselves and their fellow students. To their surprise they were told that
another cadet had called there only half an hour before and taken all the
cadets' mail away.
"Who was it?" asked Andy, and the clerk described the
person.
"I think his name is Coulter," he said. "He has been here for
mail before. Wasn't it all right to give it to him?"
"Not just now,"
answered Pepper. "After this you keep some of the mail here until one of our
party calls for it." And he wrote down a list of names. Then he and his chum
hurried off in the direction of camp.
"It was mighty cheeky of Coulter to
take all the mail!" grumbled Andy. "Why didn't he sort it out and hand our
mail back? Now we have got to wait until he gets ready to bring it to
us."
"Maybe he won't bring it, Andy."
"Then we'll have to go for
it."
"You forget that we don't know where the Ritter crowd is
located."
"Gracious, that's so! Well, we will have to find out. If he's
got any of my mail, I want it."
When the boys got back to camp the
others listened with interest to what they had to tell.
"It will be
fun to go after those tramps and clean them out," said Dale. "And if the
fellow is there who attacked Andy I hope we catch him and get back the stolen
things."
"Home-made pies!" murmured Stuffer, referring to what the boys
said about the Ford girls. "Yum! yum! That's the best ever!"
"I knew
that would make a bull's-eye hit with you!" said Pepper, with a merry
laugh.
"I hope they bring enough to go around. Did you tell them how many
there were of us?" asked the boy who loved to eat, anxiously.
"I told
them there were over half a dozen of us," answered Pepper, with a wink at the
others.
"Oh, Pepper! Half a dozen! Then they'll only bring two or three
pies, and we won't get more than a mouthful apiece!" And Stuffer's face
took on a mournful look.
"Well, you know, Master Singleton," said The
Imp, imitating Pluxton Cuddle's tone of voice. "Too much eating is bad for a
youth. It makes him stupid and incapable of studying properly. If one ate
less----"
"Oh, stop your tommy-rot about eating less!" roared Stuffer. "I
guess you must really believe in it--or you wouldn't let those Ford
girls bring only two or three pies." And he turned to walk
away.
"Stop, Stuffer, Pep was only fooling," cried Andy. "They'll bring
enough pies, don't you worry." And then the youth who loved to eat
felt relieved.
A campfire was kept going during the evening, and
around this the runaway cadets gathered, to tell stories, sing songs and
speculate upon how the whole affair was to end. A few were nervous, but
others felt certain that Captain Putnam would not blame them for what they
had done.
"If he does, he is not the man I take him to be," said
Dale.
"If he sides with Crabtree and Cuddle I shall ask my father to send
me to another school," said another.
"If we stick together he is bound
to side with us," added Fred.
"Now, don't make such a mistake as that,"
said Jack, to the last speaker. "Captain Putnam will not be influenced by our
sticking together, even if it breaks up his school. He will decide this
case solely on its merits. But I hope he will see that we were in
the right--at least, that we were not as much in the wrong as
Josiah Crabtree and Pluxton Cuddle."
Among the boys to be placed on
guard when the cadets retired was Fred Century. He was stationed at the east
side of the camp, not far from where the wagon stood and the horse was
tethered. In the wagon were a goodly part of the provisions, covered with a
tarpaulin that had been brought along.
Fred had not slept well the
night before and was consequently sleepy. He tramped around for a while and
then sat down on a rock to rest.
He had been sitting still for several
minutes, with his eyes partly closed, when he heard a slight noise behind
him. Before he could move a cloth was clapped around his mouth and his hands
were caught and held. Then a rope was brought into play, and he was made a
close prisoner and carried away into the
woods.
CHAPTER
XXVI AFTER THE STOLEN CAMP OUTFIT
"Hi,
fellows, get up! Something has happened!"
It was Pepper who aroused the
others, and he made such a noise that the cadets who were asleep sprang up
without delay.
"What's wrong?"
"Have the enemy discovered
us?"
"Are we going back to the Hall?"
These and a number of other
cries rang out, and nearly all the runaways surrounded The Imp. For answer
Pepper pointed to where the horse and wagon had
been.
"Gone!"
"Who took them?"
"Don't ask me," was the
answer. "I missed them a minute ago and tried to find out what had become of
them. But they are teetotally gone, and that is all there is to
it."
"Where are the guards?" demanded Jack. "Brightwood, did you see
anything of the horse and wagon?"
"I did not," answered one of the
cadets who had been on guard duty. Then some of the others were questioned,
but all shook their heads.
"Fred Century was on guard near the wagon,"
said Andy, suddenly. "Where is he?"
All looked around, but in
vain.
"Maybe he drove off with the horse and wagon," suggested Hogan.
"But I don't know where he'd go, so I don't."
"Perhaps he got afraid
and went back to the Hall," suggested another.
"Fred Century wasn't the
sort to get afraid," answered the young major. "But I must confess I don't
understand this."
"Do you think Reff Ritter and his crowd would play this
trick?" demanded Pepper.
"He might, Pep, but what of
Fred?"
"Maybe Century joined the Ritter gang," vouchsafed
Brightwood.
"No, Fred didn't like Ritter at all," answered
Andy.
"We'll have to make a search for the horse and wagon," said the
young major. "And the sooner the better. We can't afford to lose all
those stores."
"Oh, I say, can't we get breakfast first?" asked
Stuffer, reproachfully.
"No, we'll hunt first and eat afterwards," said
Jack, decidedly.
The cadets scattered in all directions, and less than
three minutes later Dale set up a call that brought the others running to
him. He had found poor Fred, gagged, and bound to a tree. The captive was
glad to be released and to have his power of speech restored. His story was a
short one.
"There must have been four or five who attacked me from
behind," he said, "and they gave me no chance to cry out. I heard them
talking about taking the horse and wagon and some other things, but I
couldn't do a thing to warn any of you. They must have gotten off very
quietly, not to have attracted the attention of the other
guards."
"Were they the Ritter crowd?" asked Andy.
"I am not sure.
I thought perhaps they might be those tramps Andy and Stuffer discovered in a
hangout in this neighborhood."
"The tramps!" ejaculated Andy. "That's so!
Why didn't I think of them! If they rob the farmers around here, they
wouldn't hesitate to rob us."
"Fred, who was on guard next to you?" asked
the young major.
"Caller was on one side and Beck on the
other."
"Well, Caller is a little deaf, he wouldn't be apt to hear them,"
said Pepper. He looked around. "Where is Beck?"
Beck was not in sight,
and then the various cadets stated they had not seen him since he had gone on
guard duty.
"He must be tied up too," said Jack. "Let us continue the
hunt, fellows."
This was done, and the search lasted fully an hour.
But not a trace of the missing cadet could be discovered.
"I'll tell
you what I think," said Pepper, when they met around the campfire. "I think
the Ritter crowd ran off with the horse and wagon and I think Beck went with
them. If you'll remember, he and Coulter and Paxton are quite chummy, and
Coulter wanted him to come with them when they left our crowd. I think, if we
can find out where the Ritter crowd is staying, we can get back our
things--and not before."
"Then we'll find them," cried Andy.
It
was soon learned that not only were the things left in the wagon gone, but
also some of the cooking utensils and the fresh meat purchased from the
butcher in Cedarville. This discovery made the cadets more angry than ever,
and all vowed to "square up" with the Ritter crowd if they were really guilty
and if it could possibly be done.
"We gave them their share and they had
no right to come here and take more," was the way Joe Nelson expressed
himself.
Breakfast was had, and then Jack divided his force into three
parties. Of these one party was to remain in camp and watch such of the
outfit as was left. The other parties were to go on a hunt for the horse
and wagon, one going to the north and the other to the west. The boys
tried to follow the wagon tracks through the woods, but this was
impossible, for many spots were hard and stony, and here the tracks were
not distinguishable.
Jack and Pepper were in the party which moved to
the westward, and they were accompanied by four other cadets, including Dale.
They spread out in a line, about twenty feet apart, so that they might cover
that portion of the woods as well as possible.
"This may prove to be
nothing but a wild goose chase," observed the young major as they moved
along. "But it is better than sitting still and doing nothing."
They
soon crossed a clearing, and then came to a wagon road leading up a small
hill. Here they saw freshly-made tracks and this gave them
some encouragement.
"I don't know of any farm up here," said Pepper.
"And if there isn't any farm what would a wagon be doing here this time of
year?" For the road was one for hauling wood.
"Better not make any
noise," cautioned Dale, as one of the cadets commenced to whistle. "We may be
nearer that wagon than you suspect."
They moved onward for about an
eighth of a mile further, and then Jack called a halt.
"I see
something moving over yonder," he said, pointing with his hand. "I think we
had better investigate."
With increased caution, for they wished if
possible to surprise the enemy, they went forward, keeping as much as
possible behind the bushes lining the wood road. Then they made a turn, and
off in a little glade to the left they saw the horse and wagon, the animal
being tied to a tree. At the edge of the glade were several tents, and in
front of them the remains of a campfire.
"Do you see anybody?"
questioned Pepper, in a whisper.
"Yes, I see Ritter and Coulter, back of
the tents," answered Jack. "I see some of the fellows in the tents,"
announced Dale. "They are fast asleep."
"Most likely tired out,
because of last night's work," said another cadet. He looked at Jack. "What
do you want us to do, Major?"
"You fellows look in the wagon and see if
our stuff is there," was the reply. "Come, Pep, let us walk behind those
bushes and see if we can discover anything more. If Ritter and Coulter are
hatching out more mischief we want to know it."
"I am with you,"
answered The Imp.
"If the stuff is in the wagon, shall we drive off with
it?" questioned Dale.
"Yes, but don't go too far, Dale," answered
Jack. "We may want you and the other fellows here."
"All right--if you
want us, give the signal."
Then, while Dale and the others hurried toward
the horse and wagon, Jack and Pepper stole behind the tents to where Ritter
and Coulter were talking earnestly. Little did the young major dream of what
he was to hear or of the discovery he was to
make.
CHAPTER
XXVII A CASE OF TIT FOR TAT
Reff Ritter
was evidently in high spirits over the success of his midnight raid, for his
voice sounded positive and loud. Coulter was a little bit
afraid.
"They may follow us up," were the first words Jack and Pepper
caught, coming from Gus Coulter.
"Oh, they may try it, but I don't
think they can do it," answered Ritter. "We took good care to keep to the
rocks when we left their camp. They can't follow the wagon tracks. Oh, say,
but it's a rich joke on them, isn't it?" And the bully of the Hall chuckled
loudly.
"It sure is, Reff. But if they found us out----" Coulter shook
his head. "I suppose Jack Ruddy would be mad enough to chew us up."
"I
am not afraid of Ruddy."
"Oh, I know that, Reff."
"And I don't
think he can find us out. He isn't as knowing as you think he
is."
"Yes, but he's pretty sharp," insisted Coulter.
"Humph! He
never found out how he happened to get sick so suddenly the day we had the
gymnastic contest and he fell from the flying-rings."
"Oh, you said you'd
tell me all about that some day," said Coulter. "How did you manage it,
Reff?"
"It was easy enough. If I tell you, will you keep it to
yourself?"
"Sure."
"Well, I got that French headache powder out of
the medicine cabinet. I knew about how much to use to make Ruddy dizzy and
dull."
"Yes, but how did you manage to give it to him without his knowing
it?" went on Coulter with interest.
"That was easy enough. I went down
to the mess room just before the evening parade. I watched my chance, and
when none of the waiters were looking, I slipped up to Ruddy's seat and put
the powder into the glass of water in front of his plate. Just as I hoped, he
came in feeling dry, and he drank the stuff without knowing it. I think he
did say something about a bitter taste, but that was all."
"It was an
all-right trick," said Coulter. "Only it didn't pan out just as you
wanted."
"But Jack Ruddy never found out about it," answered Reff Ritter.
"Say, I'm getting sleepy," he added, with a yawn. "Let's turn in, like
the rest have done."
"Want to set a guard?"
"Oh, all the
fellows are too tired to stand guard," was the bully's reply, and then he
passed into one tent and Coulter into another.
With keen interest Jack
and Pepper had listened to every word of the conversation. The young major
could scarcely control himself, and his chum had to hold him
back.
"The rascal!" cried Jack. "I always suspected him of having drugged
me, and now I have the proof. I ought to hammer him
well!"
"Wait--don't let him see you here," pleaded Pepper, and pulled his
chum back of some bushes.
"But, Pep, that villain----"
"Yes,
yes, I know. You'd like to pound the life out of him, and so would I. But we
can do no more--we can expose him to Captain Putnam."
"Certainly. But let
me pound him first."
"Not yet, Jack. Remember, we are two to two, and
Ritter and Coulter can deny anything we say. We had better go slow, and fix
it so that, when the time comes for an exposure, Ritter can't worm out of
it."
As angry as he was, the young major saw the wisdom of this, and
he allowed Pepper to draw him away from the vicinity of the tents.
Both rejoined Dale and the others, who were behind some bushes close to
where the horse was tied.
"Our stuff is all in the wagon," announced
Dale. "We were going to drive off with it, but we saw Ritter and Coulter
looking this way and we didn't want to be discovered."
"Wait--they are
going to retire," said Pepper. "I think in a few minutes every fellow in this
camp will be asleep, and then----" He did not finish but his eyes began to
twinkle.
"Hurrah!" cried Dale. "I know what you mean! Tit for tat,
eh?"
"And why not, Dale? Let me tell you fellows something." And then The
Imp repeated the conversation that had just been overheard.
"Is that
true?" demanded Dale. |
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