“Now those in favor of Reff Ritter.”
Eight hands went up. The other cadets present refused to vote at all.
“Major Ruddy has it,” announced Dale. “Is everybody satisfied?”
“Yes!” was the loud cry.
“I suppose we’ll have to be,” grumbled Coulter. “But Ritter would have made a better leader. He offered to go through the window, and——”
“Never mind chewing it over now,” broke in Pepper. “From now on, let Jack do the talking.”
“Boys, are all in favor of leaving this room and going to the mess hall?” asked the young major, mounting to the top of a desk and gazing around him.
“Yes! yes!” was the answer.
“Then let us get out of the windows, form a company on the campus, and march into the mess hall in regular soldier style. When we get there, let every fellow take his usual place—and refuse to budge until dinner is served.”
“Hurrah! That’s the talk!” cried Stuffer. “And a full-sized dinner too, with dessert!” he added hastily.