"Say, I'd like to give it to Ruddy and those others," muttered Coulter.
"So would I," whispered Ritter in return. "Confound 'em, I'd like to know if they really know the truth about the bicycles."
"I don't see how they found out; nobody was around when you fixed 'em up."
"Maybe somebody was spying; that sneak of a Mumps, for instance."
"If he was, and told on us, I'll fix him for it."
Both cadets were making snowballs near a hollow. As Ritter scraped the snow up he uncovered several jagged stones.
"Say, look here!" he whispered, and pointed at the stones. "Let's fix up some special snowballs for Ruddy & Company!" he added with a knowing look at his crony.
"All right; but be careful you are not caught," answered Gus Coulter.
Both cadets got down close to the jagged stones and adroitly slipped several of them into the snowballs they were making.
"Wait till we are pretty close," directed Ritter. "Then let drive for all you are worth."