“Fine, eh?” came from Paxton, sarcastically.
“Regular Waldorf-Astoria brand,” put in Coulter.
“Something’s got in the pot,” cried the bully, and poured the coffee into a big pan that was handy. “What’s this? A cake of soap, I declare! Who put that there?”
“Excuse me from drinking soap coffee,” grunted Paxton.
“Hullo, Dan Baxter’s crowd is drinking soap coffee!” shouted one of the cadets.
“How do you like the flavor, Dan?” asked another.
“Better than Java, eh?” came from a third cadet.
“I have heard of all sorts of tastes in coffee, but I never heard of soap being used before,” was Pepper’s comment.
“Baxter’s afther wantin’ a good wash on th’ insoide!” came from Hogan.
“Ah, you fellows shut up!” growled the bully, and taking the chunk of semi-soft soap, he hurled it at Pepper. But the Imp dodged, and the soap landed in Mumps’ left eye.