"Who is there?" questioned Glutts sharply.
"It's I—Walt Baxter," was the answer. "Open the door, Glutts. I've got something good for you fellows."
The door was opened cautiously, and Walt explained his errand, at the same time holding out the improvised tray.
"I don't know that we want anything," said Glutts rather sourly.
"Oh, well, we might as well take it," put in Carncross hastily. He was a growing cadet, and always hungry.
"We'd like to have Codfish have some of this, too," said Walt. "Will you see that he gets some?"
"Sure!" answered Carncross readily. "He's right across the hall. I'll call him."
In a few minutes more Codfish came from his room clad in his pajamas and slippers. He sneaked over into the room occupied by Glutts and Carncross, and then the three began dividing the things Walt had brought for them.
"I'll have to go now," said Walt hastily. "Remember, this is with regards from our whole crowd," he added significantly.
"Thanks," muttered Carncross briefly, while Glutts and Codfish said nothing.