“That’s easy enough to say, Andy, but where are you going to get the cream?” asked the young major.
“If some of you will make excuses for me after supper I’ll get the cream,” answered the acrobatic youth. “I can go to Cedarville and back in no time on my wheel. But I want some money,” he added, suddenly. “Poser, the ice-cream man, doesn’t tick anybody.”
“An ice-cream party it is,” said Emerald. “Sure, an’ I could eat some now, so I could!” And he smacked his lips.
When the cadets got back to Putnam Hall they washed up hastily and then some of the others turned over to Andy a portion of their spending money. Andy got a hasty supper, and then, watching his chance, stole from the mess hall on the sly. His bicycle was in the wagon house, and mounting this he spun along the highway leading to the town at record-breaking speed.
“Where did Snow go?” demanded Pluxton Cuddle, when he noticed the vacant chair.
“Perhaps he wasn’t feeling well,” suggested Pepper. “I noticed he had his hand to his stomach.”
“He eats too much,” grumbled the new teacher. “All of you boys eat more than is good for you. After this I shall have to keep an eye on Snow.” He glared round the table. “Singleton, what is that you have in your hand?”
“A piece of cake, sir,” answered Stuffer.
“Didn’t you have a piece before, sir?”
“Yes, sir. But I’m hungry and——”