The top of the hill gained, a grand panorama was spread out on all sides of them. To the westward were other hills, with streams winding along them, and to the eastward Putnam Hall and the broad lake, the latter lying like a sheet of silver among the trees and rocks.
“Isn’t it great?” said Jack. “Do you know, I wish we had brought a camera along. I’d like a photo of it.”
“We can come up some day and take pictures,” replied Andy. “The folks at home will be glad to see them.”
“Say, fellows, look over there!” came from Stuffer, a moment later. “Am I mistaken, or is that Dan Baxter and his party?”
“To be sure it is Baxter, Paxton, and Mumps,” answered Jack. He gazed a moment longer. “What are those men doing to them?”
“I can’t make out.”
“The men have sticks, and one has a gun!” exclaimed Pepper. “As sure as you are born, Baxter and his cronies are in trouble!”
“They went into private grounds, that’s what the trouble is, and those men have caught them,” said Dale. “Just the same, fellows, I’d hate to see any of our cadets come to harm.”
“Baxter will earn what he gets, Dale.”
“Let us sneak closer and see what is being done,” said another. “We don’t want to see anybody shot.”