“Yes.”
“Would he be mean enough to do it?”
“I think so. Remember, he was terribly angry over that feast affair.”
“Oh, I know that. If he put up a job on us I’d like to prove it.”
“That may be a hard thing to do. No doubt he covered up his tracks well.”
The boys remained in the dormitory for some time and then stole to the rear of the Hall and down a back stairs. This brought them close to the kitchen.
“If we could only get into the pantry,” whispered Pepper. “I am going to try it!” he added, with sudden determination.
“I am with you,” answered his chum.
Watching their chance, they crossed the kitchen and entered the pantry, on the shelves of which rested a variety of good things. There was a basket handy, and into it they put such things as they desired. Some maids came into the kitchen, but then went back to the mess-hall, in one corner of which they were now having their own dinner.
“Now is our chance!” cried Jack, softly, and once more they crossed the kitchen and made for the stairs. In a few minutes they were on the upper floor, and there they almost ran straight into Dale Blackmore.