"No, sir," came promptly from the three.
The rest of the Rover boys' clothing was then searched and a few more cheap rings were brought to light.
"Now let us go for their baggage," said the constable, and this was done, but nothing more was found.
It was soon buzzing around the battalion, which stood at parade rest, that something was wrong, and then somebody whispered that the Rovers were accused of breaking into a shop and stealing some jewelry.
"It can't be true," said Fred Garrison. "I shall never believe it." And a number of others said the same. But a few shrugged their shoulders— those who had belonged to the Lew Flapp and Dan Baxter crowd.
"I never trusted those Rovers altogether," said one. "They have too much money to spend."
"Well, they are worth a good bit of money," replied another cadet.
"This ain't a quarter of the stuff I lost," said Aaron Fairchild, after the baggage had undergone a rigid inspection.
"What have you done with the rest?" asked the constable of the Rovers.
"You may think as you please," said Dick. "I am innocent and I do not understand how that stuff got where you found it. An enemy must have placed it there."