et, Gabe Werner was a good distance away and
running like a deer.

"Come back here!" shouted Fred, looking after the flying figure.

In a few seconds Fred was joined by Jack. By this time the hubbub
around the officers' tent had been heard by others, and even Professor
Grawson was awakened from his nap.

"What's the trouble here?" demanded the professor, leaping from the
tonneau of the automobile and hurrying in that direction.

"Two outsiders came into our tent," said the young captain.

"What did they want?"

"I guess they were going to play some trick. But I woke up and scared
them off."

"Do you wish to make any complaint, Captain Rover?" went on the
professor, as Blake came around with the lantern and some other cadets
began to gather.

"I don't think so--at least not to-night, Professor," answered Jack,
after a few seconds of rapid thinking.

"I hope they didn't do any damage," went on Professor Grawson.

"They didn't have time. Although in the struggle, when I tried to
catch one of them, we fell over one of the cots and broke it down."

"I see." The professor mused for a moment. "Well, perhaps you might
better let the matter rest," he continued. He was afraid someone would
ask him about himself, and then he would have to acknowledge that he
had been asleep instead of remaining on guard.

The excitement soon died away, the report being that some of the
cadets had been starting in for a little more horseplay, but that the
scheme had been nipped in the bud. Andy and Randy were on hand, and
asked Jack for some of the particulars.

"I'll tell you about it to-morrow," whispered the young captain. "But
mum is the word just now."

Returning to their tent after the excitement was over, the Rovers
assisted Lieutenant Blake to put up his cot, so that he could sleep
upon it. In doing this, Jack picked up the flashlight and the silk
handkerchief with which the end had been covered. In the struggle the
light had been turned off. Without saying anything about his find, the
young captain slipped the articles into his pocket.

Running as fast as his somewhat clumsy steps would permit, Bill Glutts
reached the tent which he and Werner occupied along with two of their
cronies, cadets who had asked them to join Company B just previous to
their leaving Company C. Glutts had run so fast that he could hardly
breathe, and he sank down on his cot gasping.

"You look to be in a hurry, Bill," remarked one of the other ca