He made the statement merely to scare the Pornell students, and his words had their full effect on Sedley if not on Bock.
“Oh, please don’t have us locked up!” cried Sedley. “It was only done in fun, really it was! We didn’t touch anything in the wagons, and the horses are safe in the barn.”
“Are you alone?” asked Bock.
“Alone? All of the cadets are out looking for the wagons,” answered Jack. “Andy, keep them covered, and shoot if I tell you to.”
“I will, Major!” answered the private, with true military precision.
“Hi, what are you going to do?” demanded Bock, as Jack slipped his sword into its scabbard and advanced with the straps.
“You’ll soon find out,” was the cool reply. “Now, no monkey work—unless you want to get shot!”
Sedley was badly scared, and it was an easy matter to bind his hands behind him and tie him fast to a door handle at one side of the room. Bock looked as if he wanted to fight or run away, but having the muzzle of the rifle pointed directly at his head made him waver.
“Have your way,” he muttered. “But we’ll get square sometime, don’t forget that!”
“You are only getting what is coming to you, Bock,” answered Jack, as he tied the Pornell student fast to another door. “Now I reckon you won’t get away until your friends come for you,” he added, and then motioned to Andy to withdraw.