"All asleep, eh? Well, see that you don't wake up again as soon as my back is turned," he went on, and soon after walked below again, a faint smile on his features. He knew that boys were bound to be more or less mischievous, no matter how strict his regulations.
"I'll tell you what, the captain's a brick!" whispered Tom, as he began to disrobe noiselessly.
"So he is," answered Frank. "You wouldn't catch old Crabtree acting that way. He'd have bad every cadet out of bed and sent half a dozen of us down to the guard-room."
"I guess the captain remembers when he was a cadet himself," remarked Dick. "I've heard that they cut up some high pranks at West Point."
"George Strong would be just as kind," came from Tom. "But say, I am growing awfully tired."
"So am I," came from several others,
Then the good-night word was passed, and soon all of the cadets were sound asleep, never dreaming of the surprise which awaited them in the morning.
CHAPTER VII
WHO WAS GUILTY?
"Boys, I've had my trunk looted!"