dets,
who was awakened by the sudden entrance.

"Shut up--don't make a sound!" whispered Glutts, half savagely. "If
you do you'll get the whole bunch into trouble."

While trying to regain his breath and to undress, Glutts kept his ears
wide open, and presently heard Gabe Werner approaching. Then the
ex-lieutenant dove into the tent, quickly tying the flaps behind him.
Without saying a word, he began to pitch off his clothing.

"Gee, I'm glad they didn't catch you, Gabe," muttered Glutts, in a
hoarse whisper.

"They did! But I gave 'em a couple of kicks they won't forget! And
then I ran for it."

"Do you suppose they recognized you?"

"I don't think so. The minute we went down the light went out."

"We sure did make a botch of that job," grumbled the wholesale
butcher's son.

"How was I to guess that they'd be awake watchin' us?" retorted the
ex-lieutenant. "When I looked into the tent I thought the whole bunch
was fast asleep. But shut up now--they may be coming this way, and we
want to do the innocent act."

"It's me for that," chuckled Glutts, and, having finished undressing,
he turned over on his cot and commenced to snore. And in this Gabe
Werner soon followed his example.

Both waited impatiently for five minutes or more. Then, as nothing
came to disturb them, both breathed more freely.

"I guess they missed us," whispered Glutts.

"It looks like it, Bill. But, say! I just thought of something," went
on Werner, and the tone of his voice showed his dismay.

"What's wrong now?"

"In the struggle I dropped that flashlight and the silk handkerchief I
had tied over it."

"Gee, that's too bad! Did either of the things have your name or
initials on it?"

"No."

"Well, that's good. You haven't got to admit that you own 'em."

"That's all right, Bill, but that flashlight and the handkerchief cost
money," grumbled Gabe Werner.

After that there was silence, but it was a long while before either of
the rascally cadets could get to sleep. Both were bitterly
disappointed over the failure of their scheme to do Jack and Fred an
injury, and both wondered whether they would be found out.

CHAPTER XIX

AT CAMP BARLIGHT

There was so much to do in the morning, getting breakfast, taking down
the tents and packing them in the motor trucks, and doing other
necessary things, that the Rovers got no opportunity to talk over the
stirring events of the night before. As officers Jack and Fred had
many