did I.”
“Here are lots of cigarette butts.”
“Yes, Pep, and – look in the corner.”
Pepper looked in the direction pointed out. From under a pile of old leaves, which the wind had blown into the boathouse when the door was open, shone the neck of a bottle.
“A wine bottle, I declare, Andy. Can it be that some of the fellows have been drinking down here?”
“I don’t know. It looks a little like it.”
“But that is against the rules.”
“So is smoking, and those butts look to be pretty fresh.”
The boys were mystified, but could not answer the question which arose in their minds. They looked around for what they were after, but could not mend the broken skate.
“I’ll have to take it down to Cedarville and have it mended,” said the acrobatic youth. “Maybe I can get off to-morrow.”
“If you can’t, I’ll lend you a pair, Andy. I have two.”
“Thank you, Pep. But I like this pair. They just fit my feet.”
It was not until the following Tuesday that Pepper, Andy, and Jack got permission to visit Cedarville, the nearest steamboat town on the lake to Putnam Hall. In the meantime, on Monday, Dale and Hogan came to them in some little excitement.
“We have got news,” said Dale.
“Dan Baxter is going to celebrate,” added the Irish cadet. “Sure an’ he’s going to have an iligant spread, so he is!”
“What is he going to celebrate?” asked Pepper, with interest.
“He got a big allowance from home – smuggled it past Captain Putnam, too,” explained Dale. “As a consequence, he is going to give the fellows of his dormitory a feast, or something like that.”
“How did you learn all this?” asked Jack.
“By accident. Baxter passed a note to Paxton, who dropped it. I thought it was some plot against us, and read the note. Then I heard Paxton telling Billy Sabine. Baxter is going to make it the biggest spread ever given in this school.”
“That is our chance to get even with him!” cried Pepper, his eyes dancing. “We ought to doctor up that feast for them.”
“How can we do it?” asked Jack.
“Oh, I’ll think up something before the time comes,” answered the Imp. “When does it come off?”
“Wednesday night.”
This was all Dale and Emerald could tell, and a minute later Jack, Pepper, and Andy entered the classroom for the afternoon session.
It was not until after school on Tuesday that the three boys started for Cedarville. It was rather a long distance, but they did not mind it. They skated part of the way on the lake and then took to the wagon-road.
Cedarville was not a large place, but it boasted of some rather good stores, and also a blacksmith shop and several churches. The cadets went to the churches from time to time and were fairly well known to all of the storekeepers.
Having left the broken skate where it could be mended, Andy and his chums walked around the town and made several small purchases. Coming out of one of the stores they met a farmer whom they knew, he having delivered potatoes and other vegetables at the Hall.
“How are you, Mr. Shepard?” said Jack.
“How do you do, boys?” answered the farmer. “Visitin’ town, eh?”
“No, we’re out hunting elephants,” answered Pepper, with a grin.
At this the farmer, who was a good-natured man, laughed.
“Got to have your joke, I see,” he observed. “How be you gettin’ on at school?”
“Bang-up,” answered Andy.
“Captain Putnam is a powerful good man.”
“Yes, we all like the captain,” answered Jack. “How are matters at your farm this winter?”
“Kind o’ slow. Had some of the boys over yesterday.”
“Who?”
“A feller named Baxter and two friends. They come fer some apples an’ cider an’ some other things. Got my wife to cook a turkey fer ’em too.”
“Oh, yes, we know something about that spread,” said Jack, carelessly. “He is going to give some of the boys something great.”
“Have you delivered the stuff yet?” asked Pepper.
“Goin’ to at supper time to-morrow night.”
“Not at the academy?” said Andy.
“No, he said it was to be a surprise on everybody.”
“On some of the fellows,” corrected Pepper.
“You are going to leave the stuff somewhere for him, I suppose,” said Andy.
“Yes – outside the grounds – at seven sharp,” answered Amos Shepard, and then as a farmhand came along, he walked away with the man.
“This is certainly news,” was Pepper’s comment. “Boys, we must get hold of that stuff if we can do it.”
“Right you are,” answered Jack. “But how is it to be done? We don’t know where Mr. Shepard will leave it, and it won’t do to ask him.”
“No, that would make him suspicious,” said Andy. “But I know what we can do.”
“What?”
“Sneak out on the road that runs from his farm over to the Hall. When he comes along we can watch and see where he goes.”
“Good for you!” cried Pepper. “Just the very thing!”
The walking had made the boys hungry, and before starting on the return to the Hall they entered the main bakery of Cedarville, to get some cakes and a small pie.
“Hullo, there’s a big cake for you!” cried Pepper, pointing to one that had just been placed on a back shelf. “I shouldn’t mind a slice of that!”
“Maybe you’ll get a slice of it,” said the baker, rubbing his hands together and smiling in a meaning manner.
“How so?” asked Andy, quickly.
“Oh, you wait and see,” said the baker.
“Can that be a cake Dan Baxter ordered?” whispered Jack to his chums.
“Maybe,” said Pepper. He followed the baker to the back of the shop. “I guess that’s Baxter’s cake, eh?” he whispered into the man’s ear.
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