ver.

"I ought to make 'em pay for that broken flashlight," grumbled Werner.

"I think I see you doing it," came with a laugh from the other.
"You'll pocket your loss and say nothing about it."

"We've got to get square with the Rovers for this."

"I agree with you there. But now I guess we had better go to bed and
try to get some sleep;" and then the two turned in once more.

Andy and Randy, crouching low at the side of the tent, had, of course,
taken in all that was said and done. Each was on a broad grin as they
stole back to their own quarters.

"Wasn't it rich?" chuckled Andy. "I had the greatest desire in the
world to burst out laughing."

"I could hardly keep still," returned his twin. "When Gabe threw his
own flashlight away and busted it I nearly exploded."

"But wait until to-morrow--oh, boy!" cried Andy.

Both of the fun-loving youths slept soundly that night, but each was
up early, and they lost no time in acquainting their cousins and
Spouter and Gif and a few of the others with what was likely to happen
next.

As was usual with them, Werner and Gabe were late in getting up, so
they had to hustle in order not to be late at roll call. Then they
hurried back to their tents to get their mess kits, for this camp was
conducted on real military lines when it came to eating. Each cadet
had been provided with his own kit, including a big covered cup,
plate, and knife, fork and spoon.

"Now watch!" cried Randy to his chums. "I think you'll see something."

"And maybe you'll smell something," added Andy, slyly.

The cadets formed in a long line to be served by the cook and his
helpers. Glutts was behind Werner, and the Rovers and their friends
got close by, but not too close, being warned by the twins to keep a
respectable distance.

As they came up to receive their food, both Werner and Glutts opened
their kits, and as they did this a powerful, penetrating smell filled
the air around them.

"Hello! what in blazes have you got in your kits?" cried one of the
cook's helpers, who was ready to serve them.

"Why, I ain't got----" began Werner, and then stopped short. The smell
coming from his mess kit was sickening, and it made his eyes water
until the tears ran down his cheeks.

"It's onions!" yelled Glutts. "It's chopped-up onions!"

"Gee, what a smell!" came from another cadet.

"Say, who opened up the onion factory?"

"Somebody shut the cover down before we faint!"

Such were some of the cr