“I—I let Dock keep it,” faltered Codfish.
“Say, you needn’t put off everything on me,” growled Wesley. “You had as much to do with this as anybody. The key is on a hook in that closet,” and Wesley nodded toward a closet in a corner.
“Now we want to know who the other fellows were,” declared Fred, after the key had been secured.
“Oh, you had better not ask that,” pleaded the sneak. “If we give them away they may hammer the daylights out of us.”
“You talk up, Codfish, or you may get the hammering right now,” put in Gif.
Thereupon Codfish mentioned the names of four cadets who had been more or less chummy with him since the term had started. Two were new boys, and all were fellows with whom the Rovers and their chums had had little to do.
“Now put on your slippers and come along with us,” ordered Jack.
“What do you want of us?” questioned Wesley.
“First of all, you’re going to bring all that stuff back,” declared the young major. “After that we’ll see what we’ll do.”