"S-o-o! I have no think to that." Ignace brightened. "I write him American anyhow!" "Drop in about eighty-thirty and watch _Mysterious Myra_ conduct a seance." Bob cast a withering glance at Jimmy. "You ought to be ashamed to ticket a bunkie with such a handle," he added severely. "Now get out of here quick before I smite you." He made a playful pass at Jimmy. Equally in fun, the latter raised an arm as though to return it. A sudden cry of, "Fight! Fight!" echoed through the room, and caused both Jimmy and Bob to whirl. Directly across from them Bixton had been morosely watching the quartette. Aware that the bit of by-play was merely fun, he had called out "Fight!" with malicious intent. Knowing the acting first sergeant to be at one end of the room, he had shouted with a view toward creating trouble. His essay succeeded so far as to bring the officer to the group on the run. "What's this?" he questioned, sternly surveying four very calm but very injured young men. "What's the trouble here?" "None that we know of," answered Roger respectfully. "Then who called out 'Fight!'?" snapped the non-com. "It was not one of us." Roger evaded a direct reply. "Humph!" The sergeant shot a quick glance about the almost empty room. His keen eyes coming to rest on Bixton he made directly for him. "Did you call out 'Fight!'?" he queried sharply. Caught in his own trap, the color mounted to Bixton's freckled face. "Yes." The reply was grudgingly made. "Why did you do it? Did you _see_ anyone fighting?" demanded the sergeant satirically. "I thought I did," mumbled the man. "You _thought_ you did," emphasized the non-com. He thereupon launched into a tirade of sarcastic rebuke that fell like verbal hailstones on the would-be trouble-maker's ears. "Come on, let's beat it," muttered Jimmy. "I'm so happy I could hug that sergeant." Leaving Bob to smile seraphically as he busied himself with his papers, the three made a discreet exit, the voice of the nettled non-com still beating upon their ears as they scampered down the stairs. "That's the time he got his," exulted Jimmy as they emerged from the barrack. "He must have been watching us," commented Roger. "When he saw Bob and you making passes at each other he thought he'd start something." "He get the fool," chuckled Ignace. "He certainly did," agreed Jimmy joyfully. "If he gets off with a call-down, he'll do well. I'll bet that sergeant has him spotted for a talker. Hope he has. Then Smarty Bixton'll get the worst of it if he tries to queer us again. Maybe he's learned something by this time that wasn't down in his books." "He's heading for the rocks," Roger said soberly. "Somebody ought to try to set him straight. I wish he hadn't started on Iggy the way he has. We couldn't say a word to him now. It would only make things worse. We'll just have to do as we agreed and not notice him."