"And here we have a third wonder," went on Pepper, pointing to the football captain. "Commodore Daleo, the leather-ball juggler. The most renowned juggler of the spheroid in the world! You think it is here, but it is not, for lo! he has juggled it over the line and kicked it as high as an airship. He will show you——"
"Silence in here!" came a voice from the doorway, and Josiah Crabtree appeared. "I will have silence!"
"Oh, dear!" murmured Pepper. "Anybody got any silence to spare? Mr. Crabtree wants some."
"You must all be in bed by midnight, and the light must be out," went on the teacher. "This unseemly revel must cease!" And then he walked on, to stop the noise coming from the other dormitories.
"Say, Pepper, how do you like that?" murmured Fred.
"I knew there would be frost," sighed The Imp. "Every time old Crabtree appears we get a cold wave."
"Be thankful he didn't mark you down for extra lessons," said Andy.
"If he did that I'd rebel," returned Pepper.
After that the talk was carried on in whispers, and each cadet lost no time in disrobing. A few minutes after midnight all were in bed, and one after another lost himself in the land of dreams.
The day had been a particularly strenuous one for Jack and the young major slept soundly until the rising-bell rang loudly. Then he rubbed his eyes sleepily and stretched himself.