“Wait till I get hold of you!” cried Josiah Crabtree. “I’ll have you expelled from Putnam Hall!”
He arose to his feet at last and started towards the door. But by the time he had it open the cadets had fled and he found the hall deserted.
“The villains!” he murmured. “Oh, wait till I catch them! Just wait!”
“What is the trouble, Mr. Crabtree?” came in a voice from a side hall, and Captain Putnam appeared, attired in a dressing gown and slippers.
“The cadets—some of them have been playing tricks on me,” spluttered the teacher.
“Indeed! What sort of tricks?”
“They put molasses candy in my bed. I am stuck full of the sticky stuff!”
“Who did it?”
“I don’t know. But I am going to find out!” was the savage answer. “Some of them were out skylarking to-night and I went after them, but I didn’t catch them.”
“This skylarking at night must stop,” said the master of the Hall. “If you find out who is guilty, report to me,” and he went back to his room.