“Silence in the ranks!” commanded Captain Jack.
The lads stole softly along the corridors. Just as they got opposite the door of Martin’s room, there was a dull thud.
“What’s that?” whispered Jack softly.
“I—I dropped one of the pies,” replied Bony, cracking his knuckles at the double-quick in his excitement.
“Scoop it up and come on. You’ll have to eat it,” said Jack.
In fear and trembling they went on. Fortunately, Martin did not hear the noise, and the lads got safely past.
Jack, who was in the rear, paused at a door at the end of the hall, and knocked softly.
“Yes,” answered a voice from within.
“Come on,” commanded Jack, and he was joined by a dark figure.
They reached the basement safely, no one having disputed their night march. Socker, the janitor, met them at the door of the boiler-room.