“Supposing he is awake?” asked Paxton.
“He won’t be—he’ll be asleep and snoring like a top.”
“All right. But if he is awake I’ll not go in,” said Paxton.
“Don’t be chicken-hearted, Nick.”
“I don’t want to be caught.”
“You won’t be caught.”
“Come on,” said Coulter. “We’ll do our share, you do yours,” he added, to Ritter.
The cadets separated, each with the old paper money stuck in the bosom of his coat, where he could get at it easily. Ritter hurried directly to the tent occupied by the young major of the school battalion.
He knew he must act with caution and so listened closely at the flap of the tent. Not a sound came from within.
“Wonder if he is out?” mused the bully and opened the flap cautiously. Then he saw in a dim way that the tent was empty.