“Going to kidnap me and take me for a sail, eh?” inquired the colonel.
“As far as kidnapping is concerned I think that has happened already. I can’t help it about the sea voyage. You must realize that we can’t let you loose and if you won’t talk you can take what is coming to you.”
“You’ll suffer for this, you scoundrel!” roared the colonel.
“Maybe,” the major shrugged. “We will if you ever get loose, and we are going to see that you don’t. There is only one sensible thing to do, Morrell, and you know what that is.”
“You’ll never get those papers,” affirmed the headmaster.
“Then you may take what is coming to you, you stubborn old idiot!” shouted the major, leaving the room. He closed the door after him and turned a key in the lock. His footsteps were heard going down the stairs a few minutes later.
When the colonel thought that it was safe he let Don out of the ventilator and brushed him off. The cadet’s uniform was covered with dust from the shaft.
“Too bad that shaft was ever boarded up,” remarked Don.
“Yes, but it was. Well, you heard what our friend the major said. I am to be carted off tomorrow night and bundled to sea.”
“I heard it all right,” said Don. “We must find out some way to prevent it. But if we can’t do that I might lie in the ventilator, find out where they are taking you, and as soon as they are gone. I can probably get help before you have been carried very far.”