“We’ll let you know when to come out,” was the short reply; and thereupon he was shoved back into his own clothes closet and the door was closed upon him.
“Number Three, you are to stay here for fifteen minutes,” was the loud command. “Then Number Six will relieve you, and after that Number Two.”
“It is well, Most Exalted Ruler!” answered several of the other cadets. Then the door to the corridor was unlocked and one of them peered out cautiously.
“The coast is clear,” whispered Randy. “Come on! Let’s cut for it!”
“What are you going to do with that paper snake, Andy?” questioned Dan Soppinger, with a chuckle.
“We’ll leave that here for Codfish to play with after he gets over his fright,” answered the fun-loving Rover. And then he went on in a loud voice: “Now then, Number Three, be on guard and have your club ready!” And thereupon one after another all of the masked figures stole softly from the room, closing the door behind them. They sped to the rooms occupied by the Rovers where they lost no time in getting rid of the sheets and the towels.
“I’ll bet he won’t dare come out of that clothes closet for a long time,” was Ned Lowe’s comment.
“Well, let him take his time,” chuckled Randy. “It will give that red paint a chance to dry.”
“I hope the lesson will do some good,” answered Walt Baxter. “He’s about the worst sneak I ever heard of.”
“It’s too bad we didn’t have a chance to try those other stunts on him,” came from Dan Soppinger. “Having his head shaved would have done him good.”