"That person may have been around the hallways
for no good purpose."
"Oh, pshaw! perhaps it was somebody who was trying to spy on us,"
put in Fred. "If we tell the captain we will only be exposing
ourselves, and I guess you all know what that means."
"It means half-holidays cut off for a month," said Dick.
"Besser you vait und see vot comes of dis," said Hans, and after a
little more talk this idea prevailed, and then the boys went in to
clear up what was left of the feast. Everything was gone but a
little ice-cream, and it did not take long to dispose of this.
Sam was bound to have some fun, and instead of eating his last
mouthful of cream he awaited a favorable opportunity and dropped
it down inside of Fred's collar.
"Great Scott!" roared Fred Garrison. "Whow!" And he began to
dance around. "Oh, my backbone! That's worse than a chunk of
ice! Oh, but I'll be frozen stiff!"
"Go down and sit on the kitchen stove," suggested Dick.
"Sit on the stove? I'll sit on Sam's head if I get the chance!"
roared Fred, and made a rush for Sam. A scuffle ensued, which
came to a sudden end as both sent a washstand over with a loud
crash.
"Wow you've done it!" cried Frank. "That's noise enough to wake
the dead."
"Great Caesar, stop that row!" burst out Torn, opening the door.
"Do you want to bring the captain down on us at the last minute?"
"Clear up that muss, both of you," said Dick to Sam and Fred.
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