“I wonder what became of the snapping turtle,” said Fred.
“If they fell on it, they must have crushed the poor creature,” returned Jack.
The boxes were soon placed on the various bonfires, and then the boys mingled with the other students in having a good time generally. The cadets sang songs and danced around the fires, and then organized an impromptu parade up and down the river front and around the Hall.
“How about that little feast we were going to have before we went to bed?” questioned Randy presently.
“Just what I was thinking about,” answered Fred. “I’d like to have it first rate; but where are we going to get the eats?”
“Perhaps we can get something from the Hall pantry,” suggested Jack.
“Nothing doing in that direction,” came from Ned Lowe, who was present.
“What makes you say that?” questioned Spouter.
“Bart White and I tried it a little while ago, and everything is locked up as tight as a drum. I guess the head cook and the head waiter got on to the fact that we might make a raid.”
“Then there is only one other thing to do,” said Randy quickly. “And that is to go down to town for something.”