“You greased the stage at our entertainment,” answered another.
“You are always quarreling with us,” put in a third.
“You want to run things to suit yourself,” came from a fourth.
“You get Mumps to play the sneak,” added a fifth.
“I—I—don’t!” cried the bully, and began to turn pale. “I want you to let me go. It’s cold here!”
“You’ll feel warm enough before we get through with you,” answered one of the masked cadets, meaningly.
“If you—you hurt me, I’ll—I’ll——”
“Don’t threaten us, Baxter. If you do, we’ll treat you so much worse.”
“It’s a mean shame!”
“Stay where you are,” said the leader of the masked cadets—it was Jack. “If you move, it will be at the peril of your life!”