“One piece of cake is enough, Singleton. Put that down and leave the table.”
“Do you want me to go hungry?” demanded Stuffer, half angrily. The strenuous events of the afternoon had made him unusually hungry.
“I will not allow a cadet to stuff himself. I do not wonder that some of the boys have given you the nickname of Stuffer—although I abhor nicknames. Leave the room, sir!”
“All right, old cat!” grumbled Paul, under his breath, and he marched out, with Pluxton Cuddle’s eyes glaring after him. In the meantime Pepper calmly reached over, took half a dozen slices of cake and rolled them up in a napkin in his lap. Seeing this, Jack did the same. When Pluxton Cuddle chanced to look at the plate a minute later he stared in amazement.
“Who took that cake?” he thundered.
To this question all the cadets remained silent.
“Answer me, who took that cake?” he repeated, and looked at each boy in turn.
“I didn’t,” answered Dale.
“I ate but one piece, Mr. Cuddle!” said Pepper.
“That is all I ate, too,” added Jack.