They pinned him down and subdued him. He was covered by a sheet. Having secured the fellow, Dick directed that the door be opened, and Buckhart opened it. Into the room came a dozen cadets.
“Dear me!” said Ted Smart. “How quiet you are! I can’t sleep, it is so still!”
“What is it?” was the general question.
“It is the spook!” triumphantly said Dick. “Take a look at him. We captured him, but he made it lively for us. He tried to stick me with that knife there on the floor.”
“A fellow with a sheet over him!” grunted Bob Singleton.
Dick tore the sheet off and got up, permitting the captive to rise. Miguel Bunol stood before them! The spook was unmasked at last.
“To the guard-house with him!” cried Dick. “His hash will be settled in the morning.”
Bunol looked at Dick with intense hatred.
“Fool!” he hissed. “I give you chance to destroy your worst enemy and you do it not! You hate him; I hate him. I want you to disgrace him, but I do not understand that you be such a fool.”
Then he was marched away.