“Why, fellows, this place is almost ruined!”
“The fellows who did this ought to be tarred and feathered!” cried Jack, as he got up and rubbed a bruised elbow.
“I don’t believe any of our cadets would do such a trick as this,” observed Andy.
“Reff Ritter and his cronies are mean enough to do anything,” answered Pepper.
“But they were with us,” answered Bart Conners.
“Boys, I think I know who is guilty!” almost shouted Jack, as a sudden idea popped into his head.
“Who?”
“Roy Bock and his crowd—the fellows we met this morning in the big touring car—the chaps who called us tin soldiers.”
“My gracious, Jack, do you think that is true?” demanded Pepper.
“If it is we ought to march over to Pornell Academy and wipe them off the face of the earth,” said Fred Century. “This looks just like Roy Bock’s underhanded meanness,” he added.