“That baker is certainly late,” mused Henry, after a good ten minutes had passed.
“Getting hungry?” asked Pepper, good-naturedly. “He may have been delayed on account of the party.”
“I hope he doesn’t forget about the cakes. Perhaps—what’s that?”
The two cadets became silent, as they heard a door close rather sharply. Looking through the clump of bushes, they saw two figures stealing from the school building towards them.
“Some of the other fellows are coming,” cried Pepper.
“Why should they bother, Pep?”
“I don’t know, I’m sure. But I think—Well, I never! It is Gus Coulter and Reff Ritter! What can they be doing out here to-night?”
“Let us get out of sight and find out,” answered Henry, and dragged his chum to a clump of bushes still farther back from the campus. He had hardly done this when Gus Coulter and Reff Ritter came up.
“Anybody here yet?” asked Coulter.
“I don’t see anybody,” answered Ritter.