reasoned. He went to the bully and his crony
with everything.

He dressed early, and then went over to Nappy's room, where he found the
cronies together, just as he had surmised. They were talking over the
affair of the night before and wondering who could be guilty.

"I've got some news," announced Codfish.

"What news?" demanded Nappy.

"It's very important," went on the little cadet. "If I tell you will you
promise not to give me away?"

"Is it about last night's affair, Cod?" demanded Slugger quickly.

"Now look here, Slugger! You promised not to call me Cod any more,"
pleaded the sneak.

"All right, Henry. That was merely a slip of the tongue," returned the
bully good-naturedly. He knew exactly how to handle such a fellow as
Stowell. "Now tell us what you've got on your mind."

"Will you promise not to give me away?"

"Sure!" came from both of the others promptly.

"Well then, I know who brought those two goats into the school last
night," announced Codfish proudly; and thereupon, being urged to do so
by the others, he told of what he had seen.

"I knew the Rovers were mixed up in that!" cried Slugger.

"And I've noticed that Walt Baxter has been training with them. More
than likely it was the work of the whole Rover crowd," announced Nappy.

"Don't you think we ought to let Colonel Colby know about this?"
questioned Codfish anxiously. It was his delight to get other cadets
into trouble and see them suffer, but he always wanted to keep his own
actions dark for fear his schoolmates might turn on him and start in to
"square up."

"Of course we ought to let Colonel Colby know about this--and Professor
Lemm too," answered Nappy. "The question is, how can we do it without
getting mixed up in it ourselves?"

"We might send a note to Colonel Colby," suggested the sneak.

The matter was talked over for several minutes, and then it was decided
that two notes should be written and one delivered to Colonel Colby and
the other to Asa Lemm.

"Who is going to write the notes?" questioned Codfish.

"You can do that, Henry," said the bully quickly. He had not forgotten
how the anonymous letter he had once sent out had been traced back to
him, in spite of the disguised handwriting.

"Oh, I couldn't do that!" answered Stowell in alarm. And he shook his
head vigorously.

"Yes, you can!" broke in Nappy. And thereupon, somewhat against his
will, Codfish penned the two notes in as much of a disguised hand as wa