“I ain’t anybody’s toady,” came from John Fenwick, but his face grew as red as a beet.
“Yes, you are, and you’re a sneak in the bargain,” said Jack.
“I’ve a good mind to give you a crack with this,” burst out Dan Baxter, as he swung his baseball bat aloft.
“Here, don’t you hit Jack Ruddy with that!” came a voice from the rear, and on the instant another cadet caught hold of the bat.
“Thanks, Andy,” came from Jack. “But I don’t think he’d dare.”
“So you’re going to take part in this too, eh?” said Dan Baxter, turning to the newcomer.
“Oh, I only want to see fair play,” answered Andy Snow, a tall, slender boy, who was a good deal of an acrobat, and at the head of the gymnasium class.
“Andy, were you up in your dormitory a while ago?” questioned Jack.
“Yes.”
“Did you get hit with a lump of mud?”