ce showed
his pleasure.

Everybody felt glad to think the two bullies were gone, and soon they
were chatting gayly. Then, after the breakfast dishes had been put away,
all went outside and there indulged in a snowball fight which lasted the
best part of the morning.

After such a glorious time in the open, all the cadets ought to have
felt in the best of spirits, but it was observed by Jack at dinner time
that Fred and the twins looked rather preoccupied. They were whispering
together, and presently Randy spoke.

"I and Andy and Fred have been thinking that perhaps it would be best
for us to let you other fellows know how matters stand," said he. "Maybe
you won't approve of what we did. Just the same, we think Glutts and
Werner deserve it." And thereupon he and the others related what had
been done the evening before down at the shed. All of the others had to
grin at the recital, yet Jack and Gif shook their heads.

"I don't blame you," said the oldest Rover boy. "Just the same, it may
lead to more trouble."

"If they find out that you did it, they'll probably come here and try to
pay us back," was Gif's comment.

"Let them come," announced Spouter. "I guess we can hold our own against
them. I am glad we did something for them to remember us by, especially
if they walked off with some of our stuff."

That afternoon the boys went hunting again, but on account of the heavy
fall of snow did not go any great distance. They managed, however, to
get two more rabbits, and also two squirrels, and two quail.

"Well, that's something, anyhow," declared Fred, who had laid one of the
squirrels low. "A bird and squirrel potpie won't go bad for a change."

"Right-o!" cried Andy.

"Say, Gif, what's the matter with trying our hand at fishing through the
ice?" questioned Jack. "The deep snow ought not to interfere with that
sport."

"Just as you say. We can go down to the river to-morrow if the crowd is
willing."

The day passed without their seeing or hearing any more of Werner and
Glutts, nor did anyone come to disturb them through the night. Once Andy
awoke to hear a noise at a distance, but he soon figured out that this
was nothing more than a hoot owl.

Ten o'clock of the next day found them on the river bank. They had
brought their fishing tackle with them, and also an axe with which to
chop some holes through the ice.

"Pretty thick, I'm thinking," announced Jack, as they came out on the
ice. "We'll have our ow