“That’s the talk!” cried Pepper.
“Humph! Then I reckon the best we can do is to get out,” answered Ritter, with a meaning look at his cronies.
“Yes, give us our share of the camp stuff and we’ll go,” added Coulter.
“All in favor of going with Reff Ritter raise their right hand,” sang out Nick Paxton.
Evidently the matter had been talked over between the bully and his cohorts for on the instant nine hands went up.
“Ten of us, counting Reff,” said Coulter. “How many are there all told?”
“Thirty-three,” answered Fred.
“Then we number about one-third of the total and we ought to have one-third of the stuff,” said a cadet who had voted to join Reff Ritter.
“That wouldn’t be fair!” cried Hogan. “Sure, and it was Jack and his chums who planned this thing and who got the most of the goods together, so they did. Ritter didn’t carry a thing but his own clothing.”
“Never mind,” said the young major. “If Ritter and his crowd want to camp by themselves let them do it. We’ll give them a fair share of the tents and the provisions.”