“We are,” answered Pepper.
“How many of you up there?”
“Three.”
“Humph! What are you doing there?”
“The dogs drove us up here,” said Andy. Jack was purposely keeping in the background.
“As they are your dogs we would like you to call them off,” continued Pepper. “They have kept us treed about long enough.”
“I guess they know you,” said the horse-dealer, with a scowl. “One of you cadets killed one of their mates.”
“The mad dog,” said Andy.
“He wasn’t mad! He only wanted to have some fun. Say, why don’t you show yourself?” shouted the man, to Jack.
As there was no help for it, the young major stepped out on a tree-limb in full view.