“Here’s a blanket, we’ve been using it for a seat,” sang out a cadet in Conners’ crowd. “Wrap yourself in that.”
“Here’s my overcoat, Mumps,” said another. “I’ve got my sweater on and don’t need it.”
“Coulter, you can take my overcoat,” came from Bart Conners.
The three wet cadets were willing enough to don the things handed out to them. But even with these dry coverings all were intensely chilled.
“Jump on and we’ll take you back to the Hall as fast as we can,” said Conners. “It’s dreadful to take a plunge in the lake in such weather as this.”
“Who lent you the ice-boat?” asked a cadet in the crowd.
“Oh—we—er—we only thought we’d have a bit of fun,” stammered Mumps.
“Phew! if you took that boat without permission, I guess you got paid for it,” was Bart’s comment.
The ice-boat was turned back, and as speedily as it could be done, they brought the craft up to the Putnam Hall landing. Here they met Dale and Harry.
“What do you fellows mean by running off with our ice-boat?” demanded Dale.