“You two fellows are wanted at Major Ruddy’s tent,” said the little sneak. “Hurry up.”
“Who said so?” asked The Imp, with a grin to his chum.
“Word was passed along, that’s all I know,” answered Mumps, and ran away, to avoid further questioning.
Andy and Pepper hurried to the tent. On a cot rested a neat package. It was addressed as follows:
Major Jack Ruddy:
Call in your friends, Snow and Ditmore, and treat them.
Two Lady Friends.
“Hello, so you’ve got it!” said Pepper. “I suppose the enemy is watching outside, to see developments.”
“Hush,” whispered Jack. “I was going to suggest——”
“Wait!” came from Andy. “Ritter celebrates to-night. Why don’t you postpone this—just to throw them off the track?”
The cadets held a consultation and then came outside of the tent. They saw Ritter, Coulter and several others hanging around.
“Looks like a fine cake,” said Jack, in a low voice, addressing his chums. “Must have come from the Fords.”