The remains of the feast were cleared away and the room put in order. Then the cadets went to sleep, and slumbered soundly until the bell awoke them in the morning.
It was not until the boys entered the mess-hall that they saw Dan Baxter again. The bully of the school looked like a thundercloud, and so did Reff Ritter, Coulter, and Paxton.
“They have it in for us, that is dead certain,” whispered Andy to Pepper.
“Yes, we’ll have to keep our eyes peeled for them,” was the reply.
“Ditmore, stop your talking!” came sternly from Josiah Crabtree.
“Yes, sir,” answered the Imp, meekly.
“You talk altogether too much at meals,” went on the sour-looking teacher.
“Yes, sir.”
“Silence!”
“Yes, sir.”