“Coulter, stand up!” cried the teacher, wrathfully, and the cadet arose sheepishly.
“What are you doing out of bed this time of night?” demanded Josiah Crabtree.
“I—er—I got up to—er—to get a drink,” answered the youth, stammeringly.
“Indeed!” was the sarcastic rejoinder. “And do you dress every time you want a drink?”
At this question there was a snicker from one of the beds. Josiah Crabtree whirled around to find out who was laughing at him. But every boy lay as if sound asleep.
“Who was laughing, I demand to know!” cried the teacher.
There was no answer.
“Coulter, were you outside a few minutes ago?” went on Josiah Crabtree.
“Me?” asked the cadet, in apparent astonishment. “I just got out of bed.”
“And dressed to get a drink of water, eh?”