Part 7 (1/2)

”What are you going to do with those banana skins, Andy?” questioned his twin, as he saw the youth place several of the skins in a bit of newspaper.

”Oh, I've got a plan to use them,” was the answer.

”Well, if there is any fun on foot, let me in on it,” went on Randy promptly.

”I was thinking we might send some of these good things over to Bill Glutts, Codfish and Nick Carncross,” went on the fun-loving Rover. ”It might make 'em feel better over their defeat.”

”What! Give up some of these good eats to them?” demanded Fred.

”Well, I don't know whether they would be very good eats or not,”

answered Andy, closing one eye suggestively. ”Do you see what I've got in this little package?” he went on, bringing a small paper bag from his pocket. ”Smell it.”

Fred did so, but with caution. Then he gave a sudden sneeze.

”Cayenne pepper!”

”Right you are, Freddie boy! How did you guess it?” and Andy grinned broadly.

”Say, that's the talk!” burst out Randy. ”Let's send them over a few sandwiches and a couple of slices of cake, all well doctored with cayenne pepper.”

”They'll be suspicious, especially if you take them over,” remarked Jack. ”We ought to get some outsider to do the job.”

”I'll do it if you want me too,” responded Walt Baxter promptly. ”I don't love those chaps any more than you do. You just fix up some sandwiches and the cake, and I'll go around and explain that Dan and Ned and Fatty, and some of the rest of us, are giving the Rovers a little spread in honor of the victory and that we don't think it any more than right that they should have some of the good things.”

So it was decided, and a little while later the cover of a pasteboard box was fixed up as a tray, containing several tempting looking sandwiches, some slices of layer cake, and two bananas. Then Walt Baxter marched off with the things in the direction of the room occupied by Bill Glutts.

”Come on and listen to what happens,” said Andy, and presently, having slipped off their shoes, he and the others followed Walt down the corridor, but kept well in the background.

When Baxter arrived at Bill Glutts' room he heard low voices, and was much pleased to learn that Glutts was talking to Nick Carncross. When he knocked lightly on the door there was an uneasy stir within.

”Maybe it's one of the monitors come back,” whispered Carncross uneasily.

”Who is there?” questioned Glutts sharply.

”It's I--Walt Baxter,” was the answer. ”Open the door, Glutts. I've got something good for you fellows.”

The door was opened cautiously, and Walt explained his errand, at the same time holding out the improvised tray.

”I don't know that we want anything,” said Glutts rather sourly.

”Oh, well, we might as well take it,” put in Carncross hastily. He was a growing cadet, and always hungry.

”We'd like to have Codfish have some of this, too,” said Walt. ”Will you see that he gets some?”

”Sure!” answered Carncross readily. ”He's right across the hall. I'll call him.”

In a few minutes more Codfish came from his room clad in his pajamas and slippers. He sneaked over into the room occupied by Glutts and Carncross, and then the three began dividing the things Walt had brought for them.

”I'll have to go now,” said Walt hastily. ”Remember, this is with regards from our whole crowd,” he added significantly.