“Something struck me in the back!”
“Help! Help! I’m killed! Somebody shot me!”
So the cries ran on while the three Rover boys gazed at each other in abject consternation.
CHAPTER IV
THE ACCUSATION
“Somebody’s shot!” cried Fred.
“They must have been hit by some pieces of the cannon!” gasped out Randy. “I felt something whizz by my ear when it went off.”
“Yes, something whistled close to me, too,” answered his twin. “Gee! I hope no one is seriously hurt.”
“You wouldn’t think so at such a distance,” said Fred. For the nearest group of cadets in the celebration was more than a hundred yards away, for the captured cannon had been placed on the boundary line of the campus.
Already a number of cadets and teachers were hurrying in the direction where the cannon had been located. The piece itself had blown in various directions, only a portion of the base remaining.