“A quarter past three,” he announced. “Quite an uncanny hour out here in the country. I’ll bet there is something behind that wild wagon flight.”
“Funny they should cut right across the camp,” remarked Don.
“I agree with Rhodes that those fellows were probably fleeing from something like a crime,” advanced Terry.
“That may be the explanation,” agreed Don. “I can’t think of any other reason for such a wild flight. Well, me for some more sleep.”
The rest of that night was quiet and in the morning the cadets discussed the event further. The details of the day then took up all of their attention and the night adventure was pushed from their minds.
Late in the afternoon Don and Terry hastened into the tent to get their baseball gloves. Jim was in the tent at the time.
“Going to play some ball?” Terry hailed.
Jim shook his head. “I’m out of luck today,” he announced. “Six of us have to go to a near-by farmhouse and buy some eggs and butter. The colonel told me to try and strike a bargain with a farmer for eggs, butter, milk and meat.”
“Don’t forget to wait for your change after you pay the farmer!” advised Terry.
“Go chase yourself!” flung back Jim. “I guess I know enough for that.”