It was a signal that the teacher was coming around, inspecting the dormitories. Every cadet understood, and there was a wild scramble to put out the lights and leap into bed. The only lad who did not escape was Gus Coulter. In the semi-darkness he ran into another cadet and was knocked flat. Before he could get up and reach his bed the door opened and Josiah Crabtree appeared. The light was burning brightly, for it was Coulter’s duty that week to put it out. “Coulter, stand up!” cried the teacher, wrathfully, and the cadet arose sheepishly. “What are you doing out of bed this time of night?” demanded Josiah Crabtree. “I—er—I got up to—er—to get a drink,” answered the youth, stammeringly. “Indeed!” was the sarcastic rejoinder. “And do you dress every time you want a drink?” At this question there was a snicker from one of the beds. Josiah Crabtree whirled around to find out who was laughing at him. But every boy lay as if sound asleep. “Who was laughing, I demand to know!” cried the teacher. There was no answer. “Coulter, were you outside a few minutes ago?” went on Josiah Crabtree. “Me?” asked the cadet, in apparent astonishment. “I just got out of bed.” “And dressed to get a drink of water, eh?” Well, I—er—I didn’t feel well and I thought I might need a doctor. But I am better now.” “Humph! a likely story,” growled the teacher. “I will attend to your case later.” And off he hurried, to find out, if possible, if any students in the other dormitories were up. When he reached the room used by Jack and his friends he found the young major on his back snoring lustily. All the other boys seemed to be sleeping soundly, and their garments were hung up with care and their shoes placed exactly as the regulations of the school required. The teacher did not know that under the covers some of the boys had not yet taken off their socks and dress shirts, and that the shoes at Pepper’s chair were an extra pair and not the ones The Imp had been wearing all day,—those foot coverings being still on his feet. Having looked around carefully, Josiah Crabtree retired and continued his inspection of the sleeping rooms. As soon as he was out of sight and hearing Pepper sat up and so did his chums. “Just escaped and no more,” said Dale Blackmore. “Well, a miss is as good as four miles.” “Sure, an’ somebody would have been caught had he looked at Pep’s feet!” came from Emerald. “Nixt toime take off your shoes, me b’y, ’tis safer.” “I hadn’t time,” answered Pepper. “But I’ll take them off now,” he added. “Walking around the Hall at night in my socks is good enough for me.” The boys had been told of what had been done with the sticky candy, and all waited impatiently for Josiah Crabtree to retire. Presently they heard the teacher enter his room, closing and locking the door after him. “Now for a little more fun!” whispered The Imp. “Come on, but don’t make any noise!”