“We know what you got Codfish Stowell to do,” broke in Andy. “Some day we’ll square that account, and don’t you forget it!”
“Hi! you fellows make me tired,” grumbled Flanders, and then he moved off, followed by his cronies. At a safe distance he turned around and shook his fist at the Colby Hall cadets. “You just wait! I’ll get square some day!”
“Gee! what a meek and innocent little lamb he is,” was Spouter’s comment, as the boys hurried for the Hall.
“Say,” put in Phil Franklin, who was in the crowd but who had taken no part in the discussion with their rivals, “did they get Codfish to play that trick on you?”
“Yes, if you must know it,” answered Randy.
“But don’t let Codfish know about this,” broke in Andy quickly. “He thinks his secret is safe. We just learned about it during this afternoon and we want to surprise him.”
“All right, then, mum’s the word,” returned Phil, and the others said the same.
On account of the incident at the lakeshore the boys were somewhat late in reaching the Hall. Snopper Duke, one of the professors, frowned a little at this, but otherwise no comment was made. It was felt that this was a festival night and that the cadets ought to be allowed to do very much as they pleased.
In anticipation of a possible victory a number of the boys had collected a mass of boxes and barrels and other wood for fires, and shortly after the evening meal these beacons began to blaze along the shore of the Rick Rack. In the meantime the cadets donned their old uniforms and then one after another came forth to shout and sing and cut up generally.
“After such a victory they deserve a good time,” was Colonel Colby’s comment. The master of the school had not forgotten his own good times while he had been a cadet at Putnam Hall. “Let the boys cut loose, Captain Dale, so long as they don’t do any real harm.”