Although the Rovers and their chums did not know it, they had been followed into the woods by Werner, Glutts and Stowell, who had obtained a brief leave of absence from the officer of the day. The trio had watched the girls and their cadet friends closely, and viewed the disposal of the knapsacks and the wraps with satisfaction.
“Here is where we get square with them,” muttered Gabe. “We’ll fix ’em for putting chopped-up onions in our mess kits!”
“What are you going to do with those onions I got for you?” questioned Codfish.
“We’ll doctor up every bit of their food with ’em,” answered Glutts. “They can have onion sandwiches and onion cake and onion pie galore. My, but that lunch will be one sweet mess when we get through with it!” he added gleefully.
“Yes, and I’ll tell you another thing we can do,” pursued Gabe Werner maliciously. “We can put some of the chopped-up onions into the pockets of those girls’ coats. That will make ’em all smell fine!”
“Oh, say! do you think you ought to touch the girls’ things?” questioned Codfish timidly.
“Sure! That will give those fellows a job cleaning the mess up,” answered Gabe heartlessly.
“But we don’t want to get caught.” Now that the time had arrived to play the joke on the Rovers and their friends, the sneak of the school was beginning to tremble.
“Oh, we won’t get caught,” said Werner. “Come on. They are all out of sight, and it will be dead easy to turn the trick.”