"But I'll get them!" he told himself fiercely as he looked at the list in his hand. "There are some new fellows I haven't seen yet."
"Oh, go to bed," advised Dick, who was tired with the day's duties, but Paul would not.
The young millionaire was sleeping soundly when Paul came in a little later.
"Well?" asked Dick, half awake.
"Not very well," answered Paul dubiously, "but it may be in the morning. Dutton certainly has lots of friends."
"All right," announced Dick as cheerfully as he could.
It was after midnight when the two chums, as well as several other cadets, were awakened by an alarm wildly shouted.
"Fire! Fire! Fire!" came in startled tones from a voice they recognized as that of Toots. "Fire in the ammunition house!"
Paul and Dick were out of bed in the same instant, and rushed to the window. They saw a red glare, and the cry of Toots was echoed by other janitors.
"By Jove! The ammunition house is blazing!" cried Paul aghast. "If that goes up——"