you make the double turn?” he called up to Reff Ritter.
“Certainly – I learned that in Berlin also,” was the answer, and the turn was made, after a good deal of an effort. Then, warming up, Reff Ritter began to show off, doing about everything he had ever learned. He did not stop until he was practically out of breath.
Taken as a whole, it was a fair exhibition of gymnastic work, and some of the boys standing around applauded.
“Have you finished?” asked Pepper.
“I have,” answered Reff Ritter. He caught his breath. “There’s a pattern for your friend to go by.”
“Thank you, but I don’t need any pattern,” answered Andy. “Here goes for another try at it!”
He went up lightly and began to perform. First he did several things which were comparatively easy. But each turn was clean-cut in itself and decidedly graceful.
“Andy certainly knows how to go at it,” remarked Joe Nelson, who was present.
“Huh! He hasn’t done anything as difficult as I did,” put in Reff Ritter.
Then Andy began to do other things, making swings and leaps that were really wonderful in one who was only an amateur. The boys applauded more and more. Then he made a leap and a twist seldom seen outside of a regular circus performance.
“Look at that!” cried Pepper, enthusiastically. “Nobody can do better!”
“Sure, an’ Andy’s the bist acrobat in the school, so he is,” said Emerald.
And the majority of those standing around agreed with the Irish cadet.
CHAPTER IV
A DOSE OF SNOW AND ICICLES
As soon as it became apparent that Andy was doing much better than he had been able to do, Reff Ritter lost interest in the exhibition going on.
“I reckon I’ve seen enough,” he drawled. “It’s cold in here anyway. I’m going back to the school,” and he shuffled off, followed by Mumps.
“Andy, you are ten times better than he is on the bar and rings,” cried Pepper.
“Sure, an’ that Ritter is a big blow, so he is!” was Hogan’s comment. “I am glad that Andy took him down.”
“I don’t think he’ll like it much,” observed Andy.
The acrobatic youth was right. Reff Ritter was very bitter at heart.
“Where are Baxter and Coulter?” he asked of Mumps, as they hurried outside.
“Went down to the old boathouse,” and Mumps winked.
“For a smoke?”
“Yes,” was the whispered answer. For, as my readers may imagine, smoking among the cadets was strictly prohibited.
“Think I’ll have a cigarette myself,” said Ritter. “Will you come along?”
Now, Mumps did not like to smoke, as it made him sick. But he did not wish to offend his new friend, and so he agreed to go along. They soon made their way to where Baxter and Coulter had taken themselves, and the toady gave a peculiar whistle.
It was answered a moment later, and Coulter appeared.
“Oh, it’s you,” he said. “All right, come in.”
They entered a section of the old boathouse that was but little used. It would have been cold, only the cadets had found a charcoal stove, and this was burning. Around it were Dan Baxter, Paxton, and Coulter, all smoking cigarettes.
“Hullo, glad to see you,” said Dan Baxter to Reff Ritter. “Sit down with us and enjoy yourself.”
Ritter sat down and drew from his pocket a package of imported cigarettes. He offered one to Mumps, and the toady lit it. Then Ritter lit one himself, inhaling the smoke and blowing it forth through his nose.
“Say, this is something like,” he observed. “Quite a cozy bunk you have.”
“It’s good enough for a smoking place in the winter time,” answered the bully of Putnam Hall. “In the summer time we can go anywhere.”
“Captain Putnam must be down on smoking.”
“He is.”
“I don’t see why,” said Paxton. “I’ve smoked ever since I was eight years old.” And his pinched face showed it.
“I love these imported Egyptian cigarettes,” went on Reff Ritter. “I get the genuine, you know.”
“I’ve got a treat for all hands,” said Dan Baxter, after a pause. He brought forth a big bottle from his overcoat.
“What is that?” asked Mumps.
“Wine – I bought it down at Cedarville.”
“Just the stuff!” exclaimed Ritter. “I’m with you on wine. I got used to drinking it when I was over in Europe. You know they serve it regularly for dinner at all the hotels.”
The bottle of wine was passed around, and all of the boys assembled drank a portion. Mumps wanted to decline, but did not dare.
“Don’t be afraid of it, Mumpsy, old boy,” said Baxter to his toady. “Drink it, it will make a man of you.”
The boys continued to smoke and drink for the best part of half an hour. Then they heard a peculiar noise outside.
“Hi, somebody is coming!” cried Paxton, in alarm. “Put out the light!”
The lantern that hung on a nail was extinguished and the boys listened. They heard somebody moving around in the dark. Then all became silent.
“I – I don’t like this,” said Mumps, in a trembling voice. “I think somebody was spying on us!”
“We had better get back to the school,” said Baxter, and this advice was followed without delay. They saw somebody running across the campus, but could not make out who the person was.
During the time the Baxter crowd had been smoking and drinking they had talked over many matters, and particularly their troubles with Pepper, Jack, and Andy Snow. The bully of the Hall wanted to get even with Pepper for the trouble on the ice, and Reff Ritter was willing to do almost anything to “put a spoke in Andy Snow’s wheel,” as he expressed it.
The upshot of the talk was that the crowd determined to play some tricks on our friends, and do it that very night.
“I know something brand-new,” said Coulter, and told his cronies of it.
“That’s the talk – if we can work it,” said Baxter. “And we’ll do something else, too,” he added.
Gus Coulter’s idea was to get some snow and stuff it into the pillows of the other boys. The heat of the boys’ heads would gradually melt the snow and leave the lads in beds that were soaking wet.
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