“Ritter was going to throw that at Jack’s head.” “I wasn’t!” answered the bully, doggedly. “Glass, I declare!” said Dale, picking it up. “Say, Ritter, this is no thing to use in a fight like this.” “I wasn’t going to use it. I only had it in my hand,” was the lame reply. “You were going to throw it at Jack’s head—I am positive of it,” said Pepper firmly. “If you were, Ritter, you’re a villain!” declared Dale. “What’s that?” demanded Stuffer, and now the fight came to a sudden stop. “Ritter was going to throw a lump of rough glass at Jack’s head!” cried Pepper. “He might have cut Jack badly!” “It’s not true!” was the bully’s answer. “Here’s the glass. He had it aimed at Jack when I caught his hand.” The cadets gathered around and looked at the glass and then at Ritter. Nobody had known about the glass but the bully and even his cohorts were surprised. “So you were going to throw that at me, eh?” said Jack, sternly, as he looked Ritter squarely in the eyes. “I—I wasn’t.” “I’d rather take Pepper’s word for it than yours. It was a contemptible piece of business, Ritter!” “It might have cut Jack badly,” said Fred. “The glass is very sharp on one side.” “I tell you I wasn’t going to use it,” cried the bully. “I held it up just to scare Ruddy.” “I shall never believe that, Ritter. You are a coward as well as a bully. Now get out of here and be quick, or I’ll knock you down!” “It’s not safe to fight here,” said the bully, growing slightly pale. “But I’ll tell you what I’ll do, Ruddy. I’ll fight you to a finish when we are in camp. Do you dare do that?” “As you please,” muttered the young major; and then the boys from the other dormitories withdrew. “What a mean, dirty trick,” was Dale’s comment. “A chunk of glass, of all things!” “It shows up Ritter in his true character,” said Fred. “He ought to be drummed out of this school,” said another. “Jack, will you fight him again?” asked Pepper. “Certainly if he wants it. I am not afraid of him.” “He’s a bully, but he is strong,” said Dale, and there the talk had to come to an end, for the monitor put in an appearance and made them go to bed. The cadets were to have breakfast at an early hour and promptly at six o’clock the drum roll aroused the lads. Pepper ran to the window and looked out “Clear as a bell!” he cried. “A dandy day for marching!” He commenced to dress and so did the others. They put on their marching uniforms, and all presented a fine appearance when they assembled for roll-call. Drill was dispensed with, and the cadets lost no time in eating their breakfast in the mess-hall.