“Wow!” cried Texas, excited at the very mention of such a possibility.
“Why, of course, we should have to stop it,” laughed Mark. “But that is something not liable to happen. I don’t see any reason why we shouldn’t stay in camp and amuse ourselves in legitimate ways for a while.”
“Such as walloping Bull,” suggested Dewey, whereat the ex-cowboy smacked his lips.
“Bull is a goin’ to git walloped pretty soon,” observed the latter, “ef he don’t stop his tomfoolery.”
“Bull has no idea of doing that,” said Mark. “His enmity is of too long standing for that. And there goes the drum, by the way.”
Bull Harris had tried one trick more, a trick the most contemptible of them all. The reader has of course been discerning enough to guess the authorship of that anonymous note. If he has not he has only to read a short way further and see the new method by which Bull proposed to achieve his villainous desire.
About the same hour that the plebes were discussing their new resolution certain other cadets, four in number, were also holding a council. They were yearlings, all of them well known to us.
They were very much excited over something just then.
“Did he get it?” Vance was eagerly inquiring.
“He did,” said Bull. “And he read it, too”.