"We must ask him. I will question him to-night, and let you know the result. Hark, there he comes now."
Someone was coming down the corridor, whistling the lively strains of "Yankee Doodle."
"That's Toots," said Dick with a smile. "I wonder how he came to have Handlee's medal. Can he possibly be——"
But at that instant there came a series of excited shouts from outside.
"Fire! Fire! Fire!"
Dick and the major rushed to the window.
"Fire! Fire!" shouted Toots, as he ran back along the corridor.
Dick saw a black pall of smoke, through which shot red tongues of flame.
"It's the society house of the Sacred Pig," he cried.
And it was from the windows of the meeting place of the cadets' society that the flames were shooting.