“Yes, sir. But I wasn’t feeling extra well just then and I didn’t eat very much, and that made me hungry afterwards. And, oh, say! I guess I can tell you something about those snowballs,” and Codfish’s face lit up suddenly.
“When I was passing through the little entryway that leads into the kitchen I happened to glance out of the window and I saw four or five fellows down at the foot of the fire-escape.”
“What were they doing?”
“When I looked at them they were just talking among themselves. I only looked for a moment because I was in a hurry to get to the kitchen and get back again.”
“Did you recognize any of the cadets?”
At this direct question, Codfish hesitated and showed that he felt far from comfortable.
“I don’t like to tell on anybody,” he whined. “If I do that they’ll be sure to lick me later on—I know they will!”
“You tell me who they were and I’ll see to it that they do not harm you,” put in Professor Duke quickly.
“I only saw two of the fellows real plainly,” answered Stowell. “They were standing in the light from one of the windows.”