“I shouldn’t mind going with him,” came from Dale. “I like hunting.”
“Well, this isn’t ordinary hunting,” put in Andy. “It’s the wildest kind of game to bring down.”
As soon as the captain was out of sight all began to wait anxiously for his return. The cadets could scarcely settle themselves to their studies, and more than one failed utterly in his lessons.
“This is wretched!” cried Josiah Crabtree, wrathfully. “I shall keep all of you in after regular hours!” He had not gotten over his adventure with the monkey, and was feeling more sour than ever.
“We can’t forget the tiger,” said Andy.
“The tiger is not here,” snapped the crabbed teacher. “Attend to your lessons.”
“Oh, what a teacher!” murmured Jack.
“I’ll fix him,” whispered Pepper. “Wait till he passes that open window again.”
A moment later Josiah Crabtree walked by the window in question. His back was toward it, and on the instant Pepper arose and pointed at the opening.
“Hi! Is that the tiger?” he cried, shrilly.