Link Smith was about ready to cry.
"Lew Flapp." The captain drew a long breath. "How did you come to let
him in? You knew he had been dismissed from the school."
"He begged me to let him in, saying he merely wanted to speak to two of
his old friends. I asked him why he didn't wait until morning, but he
said he wanted them to do something for him before they left the
school--that he must see them then and there."
"Did he mention his friends' names?"
"No, sir."
"What did he say when he went away?"
"Nothing much, sir, excepting that he had seen them and it was all
right."
"Where did he go to?"
"I don't know. It was dark and I soon lost sight of him."
"He came alone?"
"Yes, sir. But, please, Captain Putnam, don't tell him I told you, or
he'll kill me."
"Don't be alarmed, Smith. I'll protect you. If you see Flapp again tell
me at once."
"I will, sir."
This ended the examination of Link Smith, and as soon as it was over
the remainder of the cadets who had been on guard duty the night before
were likewise told they might go.
CHAPTER VII
FUN ON THE CAMPUS
"It was Lew Flapp, just as I supposed," said Dick, when he heard the
news from Captain Putnam. "What a rascal he is getting to be! Almost
as bad as Dan Baxter."
"Oh, he would have to be a good deal worse than he is to be as bad as
Dan," returned Sam. "But I admit, he is bad enough."
"I'd give some money to lay my hands on him," put in Tom. "Oh, but
wouldn't I punch his head good and hand him over to the police
afterwards!"
Word was sent to Josiah Cotton and other officers of the law to look
for Flapp, but for the time being nothing was seen or heard of that
individual.
The Rover boys were to start for home the next day and that night a
large number of the cadets held a special jollification on the parade
ground in front of the Hall. A bonfire was lit, and the lads danced
around and sang to their hearts' content.
In the midst of the excitement somebody saw Peleg Snuggers, the
general-utility man of the school, hurrying across the backyard.
"Hullo, there goes Peleg!" was the shout.
"Let's give him a rousing farewell, boys," came from Tom Rover. "Hi,
there, Peleg, come here."
"Can't, I'm in a hurry," responded the man-of-all-work, who had had the
cadets plague him before.
"Oh, you must come," was the cry, and in a moment more Peleg Snuggers
was surrounded.
"Let us march him around on our shoulders," went on
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