"Do you suspect any of the hired help?"
"I don't know what to think."
The weather grew colder rapidly, and one morning the cadets arose to find the ground covered with snow to a depth of several inches.
"Hurrah!" shouted Fred. "See the snow! Doesn't it look inviting?"
"Want a roll in it, Fred?" questioned Bart Field.
"Not exactly. I was thinking of a snowball fight."
"That's the talk! Let us get up a fight after school hours!" cried Bart Conners.
Pepper was at the window. Slyly he raised the sash and scooped up a big handful of snow from the broad ledge outside. Andy was nearby, bending over, lacing up his shoe.
"Welcome to the snow!" cried The Imp, gaily, and let a portion of the frozen mass slip down the acrobatic youth's collar.
"Wow!" snorted Andy, straightening up with a jerk. "Hi, you, what do you take me for, an ice-box?" And he commenced to squirm as the cold snow ran down his backbone. Then he made a dive for Pepper and chased The Imp around the dormitory. Over two of the beds they flew, and then brought up in a corner with a crash.