“Couldn’t spot a single soul who might have done it,” added his brother. “But we’ll get on to it sooner or later, you just watch me!” he continued determinedly.
True to their resolve, Jack and Fred were up a little after five in the morning and hard at work on their essays.
“We’ve got to make a good showing, Fred,” remarked the young major, “not only because we’re officers of the battalion, but because the folks at home expect it.”
“Just the same, I’ll be glad when vacation comes around,” remarked the younger Rover.
“Wonder what we can do this summer.”
“I don’t know. I suppose the folks are planning to send us up to Valley Brook farm—at least for a few weeks.”
“Well, I wouldn’t mind seeing old Aunt Martha and Uncle Randolph, not to say anything about Jack Ness,” was the reply. “But I wouldn’t like to stay on the farm too long. It gets monotonous.”
“Gee, if we could only go to some such place as Big Horn Ranch or Snowshoe Island!”
“Now you’re talking! Well, something may turn up before the school closes; who knows?”
Presently the gong sounded for the cadets to assemble on the parade ground in front of the school building. At once the two young officers donned their coats and their swords and lost no time in hurrying below, followed presently by the twins, who had to go to the racks in the lower hall for their firearms.