“If they crow over me I’ll shut ’em up,” said Dan Baxter, savagely.
That evening the cadets of Putnam Hall held a celebration on the campus, and Jack, Pepper, and their chums were in high spirits. Baxter and his crowd did not show themselves.
“Poor Baxter!” said Andy. “He must feel sore all over—after the way he blowed.”
“Maybe it will teach him a lesson not to do so much blowing in the future,” came from Stuffer.
A campus fire had been lit, and around this the boys danced and sang songs. The barrels were piled high, so that the illumination could be seen a long distance.
“I wish the Fords had been here to see the race,” said Pepper.
“And our folks,” returned Jack. “We’ll have to send a full account in the next letters we write.”
“Harry Blossom took some photos,” said Stuffer. “He said he would let us each have one.”
“Good for the first lieutenant of Company A!” cried Jack.
“Hullo, here comes Peleg Snuggers!” cried Andy. “Now for some fun.”