“Is Plunkett still with ’em?”
“I suppose so. He said he’d stay, so they wouldn’t suspect him of having anything to do with running off with the wagons.”
“Say, how mad those cadets and Captain Putnam must be!”
“Serves ’em right. I haven’t forgotten how we got it in the neck, the last time we tried to play a joke on them.”
So the talk ran on. In the meantime Jack and Andy had heard enough and convinced themselves that Bock and Sedley were alone and that they did not expect anybody else for some time to come.
“It’s a cinch!” whispered the young major. “We’ll make them prisoners! Just wait till I get a strap or two from the harness on the horses.”
He hurried to the barn, and presently came back with several straps. Then he gave his chum a few directions.
A moment later Roy Bock and Bat Sedley were dumbfounded to find themselves confronted by the two cadets, one with a drawn sword and the other with a leveled rifle.
“Hands up, or I’ll shoot!” ordered Andy, in the sternest voice he could command, and this order made Sedley, who was something of a coward, scream in fright.
“Don’t shoot me! Please don’t shoot!”