“Who is that?” questioned Jack, moving to the portal.
“Is that you, Jack?” came in Fatty Hendry’s voice. The stout youth was whispering through the keyhole.
“Yes, Fatty. What brought you up here?”
“I got wind that you fellows were being fed scanty rations,” answered Fatty. “How about it?”
“It’s true, all right enough.”
“OUR FRIENDS ARE ON THE JOB!” CRIED FRED, DELIGHTEDLY.
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“Well, Dan Soppinger, Walt Baxter and myself got our heads together and we managed to make up a bundle of food for you. Just watch the window on your right,” continued the stout youth, and then tiptoed away.
Wondering what their friends intended to do, the seven cadets crowded to the window in question and opened it wide. It was still snowing, and through the thickly-flying flakes they presently saw the end of a fishing pole on which was tied a bundle done up in a pillow case.