“This is strange, to say the least,” mused the master of the school. “How did it look to you, Paxton?”
“I can’t tell you any more than I have, sir,” was the reply. “It was ghostlike and half-man and half-beast, and it had a loud voice and that stick of fire. It came at us so—so ferociously that we had to run for fear of being killed on the spot!”
This was all either Paxton or Sabine could tell. They stuck to their tale so persistently that Captain Putnam felt compelled to believe them.
“I’ll investigate in the morning,” said he. “It is probably some trick.”
“Maybe it was played by some of the Pornell students,” suggested Bart Conners.
“Possibly. Now go to bed, all of you, and let me hear no more alarms.”
Once again the cadets retired. Pepper walked off with Jack and Andy.
“Jack, what do you make of this?” asked Pepper.
“Oh, it was some trick,” answered the young major.
“But did you hear what they said—that it happened near that old mill, the Robertson mill?”
“That’s so,” mused Jack. “The place that Bert Field was asking about, and the spot some claim is haunted.”
“I don’t think the Pornell fellows would play that trick,” said Andy. “They wouldn’t dare—so close on their other doings.”
“I’d like to investigate this on my own account,” continued Pepper. “I am very curious to visit that haunted mill, and I am curious to know why Bert Field is interested in it.”
“Well, you may get a chance some day,” answered Jack; and there the talk had to come to an end.
In the morning the majority of the cadets were sleepy and inclined to lay around after inspection and breakfast and take it easy. Paxton and Sabine were again questioned, and Captain Putnam departed on horseback, to investigate their story.
“Looks as if it was going to rain,” said Andy, and he was right, and soon the drops commenced to fall. It was a steady downpour, lasting until the middle of the afternoon and the boys were glad enough to keep under shelter, only the guards being out, wearing their rubber coats.
In the midst of the storm Captain Putnam came back. He held a long talk with George Strong and then called in Paxton and Sabine.
“I do not know what scared you,” said the master of the school. “I rode around the old mill and found it locked and nailed up and nobody in sight. As you were badly frightened I will not punish you for leaving the camp without permission. But do not do it again, or I will punish you severely.” And there the matter rested.
The rain put a damper on the enthusiasm of the cadets and a few wished they were back at the Hall. But by nightfall it cleared off, and great campfires were kindled, so that things might be dried out, and then everybody felt better.
On Saturday it had been arranged that a game of baseball should come off, between nines of Company A and Company B. The rivalry between the nines was intense and much interest was manifested as a consequence.
Company A had for its pitcher Reff Ritter. Ritter had not been chosen for his popularity but because he knew how to pitch and had lately been doing good work in the box. For a catcher Ritter had Coulter, and two of his other cronies were in the field.
Dale was the pitcher for Company B, and Stuffer was catcher. On this nine, Andy was shortstop and Pepper covered second. These were not the positions the lads had previously filled, but Captain Putnam insisted that some changes be made, so that other lads might have a chance.
To make matters more interesting it was announced that visitors would be welcome to the camp during the game and afterwards, and Jack, who did not play, quickly invited the Fords to attend. A little stand was erected, so that the visitors might have seats.
Mr. Rossmore Ford came up the lake road in a big tallyho, bringing with him his wife, his two daughters, and half a dozen other people. Others arrived in carriages, on bicycles and on foot, until the visitors numbered fully a hundred.
“Oh, I hope Pepper and Andy’s side win!” cried Laura Ford, enthusiastically, after she had looked over the players.
“So do I,” added Flossie.
“Well, I think Company B has as good a show as Company A,” answered Jack, with a smile.
A professional ball player who chanced to be stopping at one of the lake hotels had consented to be umpire, and promptly at three o’clock he called out “Play!”
Company A was first at the bat, with their best men heading the list, and when they retired they had scored two runs. This made their supporters enthusiastic and they were loudly applauded.
“Now show ’em what you can do!” cried a cadet, as Company B came up to the home plate.
“Ritter will strike ’em out!” said another.
The first man up was struck out and the second followed. Then came a pop fly, which was easily gathered in, and Company B retired with the score 2 to 0 against them.
“This looks bad,” said Jack. “But the game is young yet.”
In the second inning Company A managed to get one more run and in the third they brought their score up to seven runs. Company B scored three times.
“Take a brace, boys!” cried Jack, to Pepper and Andy.
“My arm was a little stiff at the start, from getting wet during the storm,” said Dale. “But it is limbering up now.” And this proved to be true, and in the next inning he struck out three men in succession, amid great applause.
When Company B came to the bat Pepper knocked a home run and Andy a three-bagger. But that ended the run getting for the time being.
The beginning of the eighth inning found the score 11 to 7 in favor of Company A. Ritter and his followers were in high feather, thinking they were sure of winning.
“And maybe we won’t celebrate to-night,” chuckled the bully.
“Rub the defeat in good while you are at it,” said Paxton, who was on the substitute bench.
“You bet we will!” answered Ritter boastfully.
Ritter was to the bat and managed to line out a safety. He was followed by a player who went out on a foul, but the next man knocked a two-bagger and Ritter managed to slide home, amid well-deserved applause. When Company A retired they had 14 runs to their credit.
Dale was now to the bat and managed to get to second in safety. Pepper got to first and a wild throw over the baseman’s head gave Dale third and Pepper second. Then came a streak of good batting and the end of the eighth inning found Company B with 11 runs.
“We must hold ’em down!” said Pepper, as Company A came up for the ninth time to the bat. “Dale, do your best!”
The pitcher tried to steady himself and struck out the first man up. The second went to first on balls and the next batter hit a safety.
“Steady, Dale, steady!” cried Jack. And Dale settled down to even work once more, and Company A retired with only its 14 runs.
“Our last chance to win!” cried Pepper, as his side came in.
“Right you are,” answered the young major, anxiously. “Three runs to tie the score and four to win!”
Ritter had a smile of confidence on his face and he walked down to the pitcher’s box with something of a swagger.
“Strike the three of ’em out, Reff!” shouted one of the bully’s supporters. “Don’t let ’em see what first looks like.”
“I’ll take care of ’em, don’t worry,” answered Ritter.
A cadet named Jackson was first to the bat. He was not an extra good hitter and now he was nervous.
“Strike one!” was the umpire’s cry as the first ball pitched whizzed over the plate.
“That’s the way to do it, Reff!” came the cry from one of the bully’s cronies.
The next was a ball, but then came two strikes, and much crestfallen Jackson retired, while the supporters of Company A cheered Ritter.
Dale came to the bat next and had one strike called on him. Then he hit out a safety and got to first with ease.
“Hurrah! Now keep up the good work!” cried a supporter of Company B.
As before, Pepper followed Dale. He watched the ball closely, and had two balls called on him and a strike. Then he got just what he wanted and lined out a beautiful two-bagger. Dale was on the alert and by the time Pepper got safely on second he slid home, amid a wild cheering.
“That’s the way to do it!”
“You’ve got Ritter going! Keep up the good work!”
“My, but wasn’t that a beaut of a two base hit?”
Andy was now at the bat. Plainly Ritter was getting nervous and soon he had two balls called on him.
“Don’t let him walk—make him hit it!” was the cry.
“I’ll fix him!” muttered the bully sourly, and then sent in a ball directly over the plate.
Andy was there to meet it, and the way he lined the sphere down to left field was a sight to behold. Down he pounded for first while Pepper legged it for all he was worth for home. The ball came in, but too late and while Pepper was called safe Andy managed to slide to second amid a renewed cheering.
“Thirteen to fourteen!” was the cry. “And only one man out! Now is your chance to tie the score!”
Coulter walked down to the pitcher’s box.
“Keep cool, Reff,” he whispered. “Don’t let them rattle you.”
“They are not rattling me,” was the dogged answer. But the very tone of his voice showed the bully’s nervousness.
Stuffer was now up and he, too, was nervous. He watched the pitcher as a cat watches a mouse. Ritter sent in a ball that was remarkably swift. It came directly for Stuffer’s head and he had barely time to pull back out of the way.
“Ball one!” cried the umpire.
“Say, what do you want to do, kill me?” cried Stuffer angrily.
“I—er—the ball slipped,” answered Ritter lamely.
“Bat it down to the woods, Stuffer!” cried one of the supporters of Company B.
Following the ball came two strikes and the supporters of Company B grew sober, thinking Stuffer would strike out. But then the lad who loved to eat hit the sphere fairly, sending it just over the second baseman’s head. He gained first while Andy, who had stolen to third, came in amid a cheering that was deafening.
“A tie! A tie! The score is a tie!”
Bart Conners, the captain of Company B, was now to the bat. Bart was a better military officer than a baseball player, yet he resolved to do his best for his command. He bunted the ball, reaching first on a fumble by Coulter, while Stuffer got down to second.
Conners was followed by Fred who, so far, had done but little to aid Company B to win the match. Fred had two strikes called on him, and it looked as if he would be put out when he met the sphere fairly and squarely and sent it far down into the center field.
“Run! Run! Everybody run!” was the cry, and amid great excitement Stuffer ran in, followed by Bart. Fred got to third and might have reached home but Ritter got in his way, sending him flat on the grass.
“Two runs! Company B wins!”
“My, but that was a dandy hit!”
“He ought to have come in.”
“Ritter got in his way on purpose!”
“I didn’t do anything of the kind!” growled the pitcher. “If anybody says I did I’ll punch his head!”
“Are you hurt, Fred?” asked Jack, running to his chum’s side.
“I—I guess not,” was Fred’s reply. “But he bumped into me pretty lively.”
A lively discussion followed, and in his rage Reff Ritter threw the ball on the grass.
“You are all down on me—I won’t pitch any more,” he growled, and started to walk from the field.
“As you please,” answered Pepper. “We have won the game anyway.”
“That’s right!” was the cry. “No use of playing it out. Company B wins by the score of 16 to 14,—with only one man out in the ninth.” And so the game came to an end. Some wanted Ritter to pitch the inning out but he positively would not, and nobody cared to take his place.
“Well, it was a great game!” declared Jack. “I never was so interested before in my life.”
“I enjoyed it very much,” said Laura. “I am glad Company B won.”
“So am I,” added Flossie.
“That Ritter seems to be an ugly sort,” was Mr. Ford’s comment.
“He is—especially when he cannot have his own way,” answered the young major.
Following the baseball game came some athletic contests, such as high jumping and hurdling. In the hurdling Emerald Hogan carried off the honors and was greatly applauded. The high jumping contest was won by Henry Lee, who was quiet but a great favorite. One of the girls present presented Henry with a big bouquet, which made the athlete blush deeply.
The guests who had been especially invited by Captain Putnam and the cadets to the contests were also asked to remain to a collation. Cake and ice-cream had been brought from one of the summer hotels down the lake shore, and these were served, with lemonade, by the boys. Jack and his chums found seats under an awning for the Fords and did all they could to make the girls comfortable.
“It must be jolly to camp out!” declared Flossie. “Papa, we must try it some time.”
“It is fine—when it doesn’t rain,” answered Andy.
“Or the mosquitoes don’t get too lively,” added Pepper, and at this there was a general laugh.
The only cadets who did not enter into the spirit of the celebration were Reff Ritter and his cronies. Ritter did not wait for cake and ice-cream, but walked away into the woods, taking Coulter, Paxton and Billy Sabine with him.
“It makes me sick—the way the other crowd crow!” declared the defeated pitcher. “They won by a fluke, that’s all.”
“Sure that’s all,” declared Coulter, who had made several bad errors behind the bat. “But just wait, we’ll wax ’em next time!”
“Sure we will!”
“Say, what about that hornets’ nest?” asked Sabine. “Thought you fellows said something about using it.”
“We will—but there is no hurry,” answered Ritter. “Just wait till some night when the Ruddy crowd have a celebration—we’ll make it lively for ’em!” And he laughed coarsely.
By nightfall the festivities came to an end and the visitors departed for home. Some of the boys wanted to build a big bonfire, to celebrate the baseball victory during the evening, but Captain Putnam would not allow it.
“The wind is rising and it is very shifty,” said the master of the school. “If the fire got to blowing among the tents we might have trouble.”
“Oh, I don’t think the fire would hurt anything,” grumbled Dale.
“Well, you never can tell,” answered Fred. Some wood had been gathered for the fire by Dale, Pepper, Andy and Fred, and the quartet were much disappointed when they found they could not start the blaze. Fred had thought to start the fire in a new way—by putting some carbide from a bicycle lamp on the ground in a little water and then igniting the gas formed by the combination. He forgot to put the carbide holder away, leaving it on the pile of wood.
Captain Putnam was right about the wind, it was steadily rising and blowing first from one direction and then another.
“Have your men peg down the tents good and tight,” said the captain to Major Jack, and the young commander of the battalion at once issued the necessary orders.
By bedtime the wind was blowing almost a gale. Then, however, it appeared to die down. The guards were set as usual. Reff Ritter was stationed on Post 3, while Sabine was on Post 2. At the other end of that side of the encampment, on Post 4, was a cadet named Mason.
“It’s a raw night to be out,” grumbled Ritter to Sabine, when the two met.
“That’s so,” was the answer. “I’ll be glad to get under the covers when my time is up.”
“I think I’ll smoke a cigarette,” went on Reff Ritter, looking around to see if anybody was in that vicinity.
“Don’t let anybody catch you at it,” said Sabine, who well knew that cigarette smoking was against the rules.
Ritter got out a cigarette and, not without difficulty, lit it. He took several puffs and inhaled the smoke.
“Have one,” he said, and passed over the box.
“Thanks, I will,” answered Billy Sabine weakly. He did not wish to smoke, but he did not want to look like a coward.
The boys were at the end of the woods and remained together for several minutes. Then each walked off along his post The wind was now coming up again, and presently a sudden gust took Ritter’s cigarette from his fingers. It struck a nearby bush and the burning tobacco was carried through the air a distance of a hundred feet or more.
“Hello, what’s that?” cried the cadet named Mason, as he came to a halt at the end of Post 4.
“What’s what?” grumbled Ritter.
“Thought I saw some fire flying through the air. Well, I declare! Look!”
Mason stared in wonder in the direction of where the wood had been heaped up for the bonfire. The burning tobacco had been carried by the wind to this heap and had landed on the box of carbide. A few drops of rain were coming down, and the carbide was commencing to blaze up like a gasolene torch.
“Oh, that’s nothing,” cried Ritter and running forward he kicked at the brushwood in semi-darkness. Over went the can of carbide into a pool of water. At once came a flash of fire from the gas thus generated, and the brushwood commenced to blaze away at a lively rate.
It was now raining lightly and the wind was blowing stronger and stronger. Ritter tried to put out the fire, but it roared louder and louder, as more gas from the carbide was generated, and he grew afraid and drew back.
“Fred Century had that carbide,” said Mason. “I saw him with it.”
“Sure he had it,” added Ritter quickly. “It’s his fault that the brushwood took fire.”
“But he didn’t set it on fire, Reff.”
“How do you know?”
“He isn’t anywhere around.”
“Humph! He might have put a slow match to it.”
“Do you think he did that? I saw some fire in the air—but I thought it came from this direction.”
“Well, you keep quiet about this,—or we’ll both get into trouble!” answered Ritter. And just then the wind came up with a sudden fury, sending the burning brush rolling directly towards the tents of the encampment!
There was very little rain, but the wind was heavy and increasing constantly. It sent the burning brands from the brushwood directly between the tents of Company A and Company B.
“Fire! fire!” was the cry, as several cadets on guard duty saw the danger, and then one in his excitement fired his gun.
The shot brought the corporal of the guard to the scene, and in a moment a general alarm arose. The wind was now humming and whistling throughout the encampment and the burning brands were rolled first in one direction and then another.
“The camp is burning up!” yelled Mumps, as he came from his tent. “Save me! save me!” And he rushed towards the lake, with the idea of leaping into the water.
When Pepper came from his tent a burning brand, flying through the air, hit his cheek. One also struck Jack. The wind was now so fierce that the cadets could scarcely stand up, and some of the tents were swaying and bulging dangerously.
“All out!” called Captain Putnam, after a glance at the situation. “Company A, mind the tents and keep them from blowing away. Company B, see if you can secure the burning wood and throw it into the lake.”
At once the cadets ran to execute the orders. One tent was down and it fell directly on some of the burning wood, adding to the flames. Another tent went down on top of three cadets, and it was with difficulty that the lads were rescued from the wreckage. One had his shoulder twisted, but in the general excitement this was scarcely noticed.
But if Company A had its hands full saving the tents, Company B had even more strenuous labor fighting the flames. In such a high wind it was dangerous to go anywhere near the burning and flying brushwood and more than one lad had his hands and face blistered, trying to throw or haul the fiery stuff to the lake. Some of the cadets got rakes, used in policing the camp, and with these the bigger brands were pulled to the water and submerged. The fire seemed to be everywhere, and the boys did not know where to fight it first.
“The camp is doomed!” said Dale. “Wonder what started it?”
“We’ll find out later,” answered Andy. “I am glad now that we didn’t light the bonfire.”
“So am I.”
Captain Putnam and George Strong joined the ranks of the fire fighters and directed the work. Yet little headway was made until there came a lull in the wind. Then, as quickly as possible, most of the burning brush was hurried to the lake.
“We’ll wet some horse-blankets and beat the fire out that way,” said George Strong, and this order was carried out, and before the wind again arose all in the camp were glad to know that the conflagration was under control.
That night was one destined never to be forgotten by either Captain Putnam or those under him. With the danger from the fire past, the danger from the wind storm increased.
“It’s a regular tornado!” said Jack to George Strong, as both did what they could to hold down the big tent in the midst of the camp.
“Hardly, Major Ruddy, but it is a pretty stiff gale,” answered the teacher.
“Do you think it will keep up all night?”
“It may. But if it does I am afraid half of the tents will be down.”
“Yes, three of ’em are down already.”
“This is the worst wind we have had in some time. I did not look for such a blow.”
For an hour the wind kept up, only dying down for a minute or two. It was useless to attempt to peg down the tents when they once got loose and they were allowed to remain flat, and some cots were placed on top, to keep them from blowing away.
“This is the worst yet!” grumbled Stuffer. “I’d give as much as a dollar to be back in my bed at the Hall.”
“This is the fun of a soldier’s life!” cried Pepper. “Don’t you want to join the regular army, Stuffer?”
“Not to-night!” was the quick answer.
“The wind is going down a little,” announced Andy, some time later. “I think we’ll have a quiet Sunday morning.”
By two o’clock in the morning the wind had died down to a gentle breeze. Lanterns were lit and an inspection of the wreck was begun. Five tent poles had been shattered, three tents had been torn, and two tents had had good sized holes burnt in them. Among the cadets seven or eight had burnt blisters on their hands and faces and, one boy had his shoulder wrenched and another had twisted his ankle. Fortunately, however, none of the hurts were serious.
Extra tents were to be had from one of the wagons, and these were set up in place of those torn and burnt. Then the other tents were again fastened down, and the cots were readjusted. It was some time before the cadets had retired, for the excitement served to keep them awake.
“There will be an investigation of this,” said Andy to Pepper. “Whoever started that bonfire had no right to do so, for it was against Captain Putnam’s order.
“Do you think Fred started it?”
“He says not, and I believe him.”
Sunday morning found the storm cleared away and the sun shining brightly. When the cadets got up they were sleepy, and consequently Captain Putnam had roll call and breakfast delayed. Then came chapel service.
“As to-day is Sunday I shall not inquire into the cause that led to the fire last night,” said the master of the school, when the cadets had assembled. “But an investigation will be made to-morrow morning.”
This announcement was received with interest, and during the remainder of the day the cadets discussed the matter freely among themselves.
“You keep quiet about our smoking,” said Ritter to Sabine.
“I—I didn’t start the fire,” faltered Sabine. “I—er—I put out my cigarette as soon as you left me.”
“Don’t you dare to shove this thing off on me!” said the bully fiercely. “You are as much to blame as I am.”
This remark fairly terrorized the weak-kneed cadet and he promised not to say a word about smoking.
The investigation was started directly after breakfast on Monday morning. The entire school was assembled for the purpose and Captain Putnam showed that he meant to get at the bottom of the affair.
“A fire was kindled against my express orders,” said the master of the school. “I knew a storm was coming but I must confess I did not think it would blow quite so strongly. It was Providence that kept the entire camp from burning down. Dale Blackmore, come forward.”
At this command Dale stepped to the front.
“You assisted in gathering the wood for that bonfire, did you not?” asked the master of the school.
“I did sir,” answered Dale.
“Who else assisted at this work?”
“Captain Putnam, do you expect me to tell on the other cadets?” demanded Dale.
“Blackmore, this is a serious piece of business. The whole camp might have burnt up and some of the cadets with it.”
“I didn’t start the fire, and I don’t know who did.”
“Who gathered the wood beside yourself?”
“I did, for one!” said Pepper, coming forward a few steps.
“So did I,” added Andy and Fred.
“Anybody else?” questioned Captain Putnam, gazing around at the assemblage.
“I was going to, but I didn’t do it, after you said you didn’t want a bonfire,” said Coulter.
“Snow, you admit you helped to gather the wood. Did you kindle the fire?”
“No, sir.”
“What have you to say, Ditmore?”
“I didn’t start any fire.”
“Century, how about you?”
“I didn’t start the fire, Captain Putnam.”
“Somebody had a can of carbide. To whom did that belong?”
“That was mine, sir,” answered Fred. “I—er—I was going to show some of the fellows a new way to light a fire, by mixing the carbide with some water and generating acetylene gas.”
“Didn’t you light the gas?”
“No, sir.”
“You are positive?” And now Captain Putnam’s voice was stern.
“I have told you the truth, Captain Putnam,” answered Fred, and looked the head of the school squarely in the eyes.
“Ahem! When you retired, what did you do with the can of carbide?”
“I was going to put it back on my bicycle, where it belongs, but I forgot it and left it by the pile of brushwood.”
“Open?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Rather a dangerous thing to do.”
“I know it, sir, and I am sorry I did it.”
“Major Ruddy, who was corporal of the guard when the fire started?”
“Corporal Selick, sir.”
“Corporal Selick, what cadets were on post at the time?”
The corporal of the guard consulted his time book and read off the names of eight cadets, including Mason, Sabine and Ritter.
“Mason, you said you saw some fire in the air,” said Captain Putnam, to the lad who had been on Post 4.
“Yes, sir, I did,” answered Mason.
“Will you explain just what you mean?”
“Well, sir, I will as well as I can. I was walking towards Post No. 3 when I saw some fire fly into the air. The wind carried it towards the pile of brushwood. All of a sudden the brushwood was in a blaze, from the can of carbide.”
“You mean the fire fell on the carbide?”
“I guess that’s it, sir, and the carbide got wet from the rain that was just starting.”
“Why didn’t you put the fire out?”
“I tried to, but it roared so from the carbide and gas I got frightened,—and then the high wind did the rest,” answered Mason frankly.
“You say the fire came from the direction of Post 3?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Who was on that post?” asked the master of the school, turning to the other guards.
“I was,” answered Reff Ritter, after a pause.
“Did you see the fire, Ritter?”
“I—er—yes, sir—that is, after Mason spoke about it.”
“Where did it come from?”
“Why sir—I think—er—it came out of the sky. Maybe it was from a fire balloon,” added the bully, struck by a sudden inspiration.
“A fire balloon?” queried Captain Putnam doubtfully.
“Yes, sir—they set ’em off from the hotels down the lake sometimes.”
“Hum! And you think it was a fire balloon, eh? What do you think, Mason?”
“I don’t know what to think, sir. I saw a little fire flying through the air, that’s all.”
“Wasn’t it more like the fire from a cigar, or a cigarette?” demanded Captain Putnam, searchingly.
“Why—er—it might have been, sir. It wasn’t very large, that’s sure.”
“Were any of you guards smoking?” demanded Captain Putnam, looking at the eight cadets.
Nobody spoke, but Billy Sabine shifted uneasily and grew very red in the face.
“Sabine, answer me at once!” cried the master of the school. “You were smoking, were you not?”
“Oh, Captain Putnam, I—er——”
“Answer me at once!” thundered Captain Putnam, and striding forward he caught the weak-kneed cadet by the arm.
“Yes, sir, I—er—tried a cigarette Reff Ritter gave me,” gasped Sabine, in terror. “But I didn’t set the wood on fire, sir. It was—was the light from Ritter’s cigarette did that!” went on Sabine, shaking from head to foot in fright.
Billy Sabine’s revelation caused a profound sensation in the camp. Captain Putnam turned sternly to Reff Ritter.
“What have you to say to this, Ritter?” he questioned.
“It’s a—er—a mistake,” stammered the bully. “I was only fooling Sabine.”
“You gave him a cigarette, did you not?”
“Why, sir, you see I—I found a box of them, in the woods. I took one myself and let Sabine have the other. We just lit them for a moment and then put them out. Isn’t that true?” and Ritter glared darkly at the cadet who had occupied Post 2.
“Why—er—I—I guess so,” stammered Sabine. “But, oh Captain Putnam, I didn’t mean any harm, really I didn’t!” wailed the weak-kneed cadet.
“Mason, you said the fire came from Ritter’s post, didn’t you?” asked the head of the school.
“From that direction, yes, sir.”
“Did it look as if it might be from a cigarette?”
“Well, sir—I—I——”
“Answer me!”
“It might be from a cigarette, yes.”
“Ritter, I rather think this is proof positive that the fire may be laid at your door,” went on Captain Putnam.
“I didn’t light the bonfire,” answered the bully doggedly. “At home I am allowed to smoke—I don’t see why I can’t do it here,” he added sourly.
“Because it is against the rules, that is why, Ritter. I do not consider smoking good for any growing boy. Your infringement of the rules did a good deal of harm and it might have resulted still more disastrously. I am afraid I shall have to take up this matter with your father. You will come to my tent, and you can come too, Mason and Sabine. Major Ruddy, you may dismiss the battalion.”
The necessary orders were given and the cadets broke ranks, and gathered in knots to discuss the situation.
“Ritter will catch it for this,” said Joe.
“Sure he will, an’ he’s afther deservin’ it,” answered Emerald. “I had me ear burnt, so I did, through his foolishness!”
What was said in Captain Putnam’s tent did not get out until some time later. The captain read Ritter and Sabine a stern lecture, and said he would send the bully’s father a bill for the burnt tents, and also said he would let Mr. Ritter know how the conflagration had come about. He made both boys promise not to smoke again.
“It was all your fault,” growled Ritter, as he and Sabine came away, followed by Mason. “If you had only kept your mouth shut we would have been all right. I’ve a good mind to give you a licking!” And he advanced so threateningly on Sabine that the latter took to his heels and ran out of sight.
When Mason came out he joined Pepper, Andy, and some of their friends.
“I didn’t want to expose Ritter, but he was the one to blame,” said the cadet who had occupied Post 4. “He let the cigarette light fly right in the carbide.”
“Well, I should have put the carbide away,” said Fred, who was present
“How did you come to have it?” asked Pepper.
“Oh, I went to the Hall on an errand for Captain Putnam, and I came back on my wheel, and carried it,” was the answer. “I thought it would be handy—to fill the acetylene lamp with.”
After the excitement attending the fire and the windstorm, matters moved along smoothly in the camp for several days. During that time some of the cadets got up a rowing race, between a crew of four from Company A and another crew from Company B. In this contest Company A won, which helped them to get over their defeat on the baseball field. Ritter did not row in the race, nor did Coulter.
“We don’t want Ritter,” said Henry Lee. “He might give up right in the middle of the race. And we have better oarsmen than Gus Coulter.”
Late in the week Pepper heard through Mumps that Paxton and Ritter were going after the nest of hornets that had been discovered in the woods. He at once went to Jack and Andy with the information.
“I think we might as well secure that nest,” said the young major. “If the Ritter crowd get it, there is no telling what they will do with it.”
“Come on—I’m willing to get it,” said The Imp.
The three cadets walked into the woods and then made the discovery that Ritter and Paxton were just ahead of them. Paxton had a big, white paper bag in his hand.
“We are too late!” cried Andy in dismay.
“Wait, if they get the nest let us see what they do with it,” whispered Jack.
Taking care not to be seen, the young major and his chums followed the bully and Paxton through the woods until they came to the spot where the hornets’ nest was located. It was after sundown and the hornets had gone into the nest.
Paxton had a veil and this he put over his face and then put on his white cadet gloves. This done he climbed the tree from which the nest was suspended and over the nest slipped his big paper bag. Then he broke the nest loose and tied the bag shut.
“I’ve got it!” he cried in triumph! “Now we can have dead loads of fun!”
“We’ll put it in Jack Ruddy’s tent,” said Ritter. “And we’ll tell Ditmore and Snow the major wants to see them.”
“Listen to that!” whispered Pepper.
“I wish I could break that bag over Ritter’s head,” came from the acrobatic Andy.
Jack and his friends saw Ritter and Paxton walk through the woods in another direction. Then the bag with the hornets’ nest was left in the crotch of a tree.
“They intend to come back for it to-night,” said Andy.
“I’ve got an idea!” exclaimed Pepper. “Say, it’s great! We’ll fix up a bogus bag and make an exchange!”
This suggestion met with instant favor, and while Jack watched the bag in the crotch of the tree Pepper and Andy ran into camp, got some paper and paste and made another bag, similar in size and looks. Into the second bag they stuffed some moss and dirt.
“That’s all right,” said Jack, when the pair came back. “Now we’ll make the exchange.” And this was soon accomplished, and the bogus bag left where the original had rested.
“I think we ought to let some of the other fellows in on this trick,” said Andy. “We’ll have the laugh on Ritter and Paxton. More than likely they’ll tell their cronies.”
This was agreed to, and Dale, Fred, and half a dozen others were told. Then Dale said he had heard that Ritter was going to give a little feast that night, he having sent to one of the lake hotels for cake, and bottled soda water and root beer.
“Oh, if we could only get hold of that cake and the soft drinks!” cried Pepper.
“Maybe we can,” said Dale. “A boatman named Lemoss is going to bring them.”