“Well, what do you want, Akers?” demanded the master of the school, sternly.
“I know I have done wrong, sir,” said Akers. “But, Captain Putnam, I came to speak of something else.”
“What is it?”
“It concerns Bob Grenwood, our former quartermaster.”
“What of Grenwood?”
“I suppose you remember about those blank cartridges that were dealt out to some of us when we had target practice.”
“Perfectly.”
“Well, I want to tell you positively, sir, that Grenwood is not guilty—that he had nothing to do with handing them out.”
“How do you know this?”
“Because, when we were out camping, Reff Ritter got to boasting, and he told how he and another fellow got the blanks and distributed them. It was done at the time of the snake scare. There was no snake—the scare was gotten up merely to attract our attention, so that the blanks could be taken from the box.”