The light was lit in the room and by this, peering cautiously over the window sill, the cadets outside saw Codfish and Wesley standing close to the locked door, each with a baseball bat in his hands. Both were arguing loudly with those in the corridor.
“I don’t think they’ll notice us,” whispered Andy. “Everybody is talking too loud. Come on now. Grab the bats first of all. And you, Gif, try to get to the door and unlock it.”
“Is the key in it? Maybe they have taken it out.”
“No, the key is there,” said Andy. “Now then! Be quick!”
Cautiously he raised the window screen and as soon as it was high enough Gif stepped into the room, followed immediately by the two Rovers. Their entrance was not noticed, for Jack was laying down the law in the hall outside and Codfish and Wesley were listening attentively.
“Now!” cried Randy, and hurled himself at Codfish while Andy leaped upon Wesley. Gif went between, reaching the door with scarcely an effort. For a few seconds there was a terrible mêlée in the rather small room. Andy managed to get the bat away from his opponent and then the two grappled and fell to the floor. In the meantime his twin also became engaged in a fierce scuffle. In the midst of this Gif flung open the door and into the room poured all of the others, and then the impromptu battle came to a sudden termination.
“Don’t hit me! Don’t hit me!” screamed Codfish, in terror as Randy stood over him, baseball bat in hand.
“What’s the meaning of all this?” demanded Dock Wesley, sitting down on the edge of a bed and scowling at those in front of him. “Going to start a rough house?”
“No, we’re going to bring you fellows to book,” answered Jack.