By way of answer the cadet held it out to them to read, his face a picture of disgust as he did so. For this was what the card said:
“Mr. Chauncey Van Rensselaer Mount-Bonsall,
“—— Fifth Avenue.”
“By Heaven!” shouted Rogers, “it’s that Mallory and his gang again.”
“Right you are!”
“Betcher life, b’gee.”
“Yea, by Zeus!”
“Bah Jove!”
There was no misunderstanding these voices. It was Mallory’s gang for a fact, hidden in that hole in the rock and making fools of their “superior officers.”
The effect of that discovery upon the angry cadets may be imagined. It was as a match to a powder magazine. The yearlings simply went wild.