“Don’t worry,” smiled Jim, “we were tempted, all right!”
“Who took my bayonet?” questioned Terry, suddenly.
All of the cadets, including the artillerymen and cavalrymen, were required to have guns and bayonets, and Terry had looked aimlessly at his equipment, to note that the bayonet was gone. In a moment Don reported the loss of his.
“Mine’s gone, too,” announced Jim. “This looks funny to me.”
Terry threw the blankets off his bed. “Not under the covers,” he murmured. “Now, where—hey!”
He dropped to his knees and looked under the cot. Then he reached under and brought out his weapon.
“Look under your cots,” he directed. Don and Jim did so and uttered a sharp cry.
“Sticking upright, so that when we lay down on the bed the point would prod us,” Don growled.
“And that explains where Rowen was this evening,” guessed Terry.
“Say, this is going a little too far!” cried Jim. “That’s a dangerous trick.”