“Why don’t you make the other fellows join us?” asked Codfish. He thought there might be safety in numbers.
“We’ll take care of them later on,” put in Gif grimly.
Finding themselves cornered, Codfish and Wesley accompanied the others to Room 42, and there on the bed, on the chairs, and on the floor they found all the things taken from the Rovers and Gif and Spouter.
“I call this something of a mess,” declared Fatty, who had come along. “Here, give me some of that clothing! I’ll help carry it.”
Even with the assistance of those who had suffered from the joke, it was necessary to make several trips back and forth to get all the things where they belonged. During the last trip Fred and Andy noticed some other cadets hiding in the shadows at the end of the corridor and laughing softly among themselves.
“They think they’ve got the joke on us,” whispered Fred. “Come on, let us make a break for them.”
“Not yet. I’ve got a better plan,” came from Randy.
After everything had been restored to the rooms, the Rovers and their chums marched Codfish and Wesley back to their own quarters.
“Now then, I think we’ll give you a dose of your own medicine,” said the young major. “Boys, pick up all that extra clothing and all those quilts and bedsheets and put them in the closet over there.”