The snow was not coming down so fast, but it was much colder, and they hastened on, anxious to get to the academy.
"Queer about Dutton, wasn't it?" asked Dick.
"It sure was," agreed Paul. "He'll get into trouble if he doesn't look out."
"Somehow he always seems to escape, but I s'pose he'll do it once too often. This must be where we turn."
"I guess so. Go ahead."
They turned into the big meadow, crossed it, and came out into a road that showed some signs of travel. It was deserted now, however, as the winter night was settling down.
"A few more miles, and then for a good, hot supper," commented Dick "Don't talk about it," said Paul. "It makes me hungry."
Suddenly his horse shied, and the cadet, looking to see what caused it, beheld a dark object, half buried in the snow, at the side of the road.
"What's that?" called Dick, who had dropped a little to the rear.
"I don't know. Better take a look."