“That’s so,” was the answer. “I’ll be glad to get under the covers when my time is up.”
“I think I’ll smoke a cigarette,” went on Reff Ritter, looking around to see if anybody was in that vicinity.
“Don’t let anybody catch you at it,” said Sabine, who well knew that cigarette smoking was against the rules.
Ritter got out a cigarette and, not without difficulty, lit it. He took several puffs and inhaled the smoke.
“Have one,” he said, and passed over the box.
“Thanks, I will,” answered Billy Sabine weakly. He did not wish to smoke, but he did not want to look like a coward.
The boys were at the end of the woods and remained together for several minutes. Then each walked off along his post The wind was now coming up again, and presently a sudden gust took Ritter’s cigarette from his fingers. It struck a nearby bush and the burning tobacco was carried through the air a distance of a hundred feet or more.
“Hello, what’s that?” cried the cadet named Mason, as he came to a halt at the end of Post 4.
“What’s what?” grumbled Ritter.
“Thought I saw some fire flying through the air. Well, I declare! Look!”