"He begged me to let him in, saying he merely wanted to speak to two of his old friends. I asked him why he didn't wait until morning, but he said he wanted them to do something for him before they left the school--that he must see them then and there." "Did he mention his friends' names?" "No, sir." "What did he say when he went away?" "Nothing much, sir, excepting that he had seen them and it was all right." "Where did he go to?" "I don't know. It was dark and I soon lost sight of him." "He came alone?" "Yes, sir. But, please, Captain Putnam, don't tell him I told you, or he'll kill me." "Don't be alarmed, Smith. I'll protect you. If you see Flapp again tell me at once." "I will, sir." This ended the examination of Link Smith, and as soon as it was over the remainder of the cadets who had been on guard duty the night before were likewise told they might go. CHAPTER VII FUN ON THE CAMPUS "It was Lew Flapp, just as I supposed," said Dick, when he heard the news from Captain Putnam. "What a rascal he is getting to be! Almost as bad as Dan Baxter." "Oh, he would have to be a good deal worse than he is to be as bad as Dan," returned Sam. "But I admit, he is bad enough." "I'd give some money to lay my hands on him," put in Tom. "Oh, but wouldn't I punch his head good and hand him over to the police afterwards!" Word was sent to Josiah Cotton and other officers of the law to look for Flapp, but for the time being nothing was seen or heard of that individual. The Rover boys were to start for home the next day and that night a large number of the cadets held a special jollification on the parade ground in front of the Hall. A bonfire was lit, and the lads danced around and sang to their hearts' content. In the midst of the excitement somebody saw Peleg Snuggers, the general-utility man of the school, hurrying across the backyard. "Hullo, there goes Peleg!" was the shout. "Let's give him a rousing farewell, boys," came from Tom Rover. "Hi, there, Peleg, come here." "Can't, I'm in a hurry," responded the man-of-all-work, who had had the cadets plague him before. "Oh, you must come," was the cry, and in a moment more Peleg Snuggers was surrounded. "Let us march him around on our shoulders," went on Tom. "Peleg loves that, I know he does." "Don't, neither!" cried the general-utility man. "Now, Tom Rover, you just let me alone." "We'll carry you around for your rheumatism, Peleg. You've got rheumatism, haven't you?" "No, I haven't." "It's good for the lumbago, too." "Ain't got no lumba--Oh, crickey! Let me down, boys. I don't want a ride!" "Behold, the conquering hero comes!" announced Sam, as six of the boys hoisted poor Snuggers up into the air. "Now, sit up straight, Peleg. Don't you want a sword?" "Here's a broom," put in Fred Garrison, and handed over an article which was worn to a stump. "Present arms! Forward, march! General Washtub will lead the funeral procession."