Now, it is possible that some other cadet would not have been hoodwinked in this fashion by the bully, but Link Smith swallowed the explanation without a second thought. "Oh, if that's what you want, go ahead," said he. "But don't tell anybody I let you in." "I shan't say a word if you don't," answered Lew Flapp. "By the way," he went on, with assumed indifference, "they tell me the Rover boys have cleared out and gone home." "No, they haven't," was Link Smith's prompt answer.--They are right here." "Are you sure, Link?" "Of course I am. They are bunking together in the last tent in Street B, over yonder," and the feeble-minded cadet pointed with his hand as he spoke. "Is that so! Well, I don't care. I don't want to see them again until I can prove to Captain Putnam that they are a set of rascals." "Are you going to try to get into the academy again, Lew?" asked Link, curiously. "Not much! I'll be done with Captain Putnam just as soon as I can show him how he mistreated me and how the Rovers are pulling the wool over his eyes." "Everybody here thinks the Rovers about perfect." "That's because they don't know them as well as I and Rockley do." A few words more passed, and then Lew Flapp slipped into the camp lines and made his way between the long rows of tents. He had gained from Link Smith just the information he desired, namely, the location of the Rover boys' sleeping quarters. He looked back, to make certain that Link was not watching him, and then hurried on to where the Rovers rested, totally unconscious of the proximity of their enemy. "I'll show them what I can do," muttered Lew Flapp to himself. "I'll make them wish they had never been born!" At last the tent was reached and with caution he opened the flap and peered inside. All was dark, and with a hand that was none too steady he struck a match and held it up. Each of the Rover boys lay sleeping peacefully on his cot, with his clothing hung up on one of the tent poles. "Now for working my little plan," murmured Flapp, and allowed the match to go out. In a second more he was inside the tent, moving around cautiously so as not to disturb the sleepers. The bully remained in the tent all of ten minutes. Then he came out as cautiously as he had entered, and fairly ran to where Link Smith was still on guard. "Did you see them?" asked the feeble-minded cadet. "I did, and it's all right, Link. Now, don't tell anybody I visited the camp." "Humph! do you think I want to get myself in trouble?" "Good-night." "Good-night." And in a moment more Lew Flapp was out of sight down the country roadway and Link Smith was pacing his post as before. Bright and early the camp was astir, and at half-past seven o'clock a good hot breakfast was served, the cadets pitching into the food provided with a will. "And now for Putnam Hall and the grand wind-up," said Tom, as he finished his repast. "And then to go home and prepare for that grand trip on the houseboat," came from Sam.