One after another the cadets stole out in the dimly-lit hallway and tiptoed their way to the teacher’s apartment. Listening at the door they heard Josiah Crabtree disrobe, put out the light, and crawl into bed. “Now just wait!” whispered Stuffer. “There will be something doing in a few minutes, mark my words!” CHAPTER V JOSIAH CRABTREE MAKES A FIND With bated breaths the cadets awaited developments in the room occupied by the dictatorial Josiah Crabtree. They were not long in coming. They heard the teacher turn over several times in bed. Then came a few seconds of silence and then a snort of disgust. “What is this stuff?” they heard Josiah Crabtree mutter. “Is it glue, or what? I’m stuck full of it! It must be another trick of those confounded boys!” Then the teacher bounced up out of bed. The sheets came up with him, and as he started to move toward the light, so that he might illuminate the scene, he got tangled up and fell to the floor with a crash, taking a stand full of books with him. “Oh!” he groaned. “What is the matter with me, anyway? I am all tangled up! That must be glue, and I am full of it! Oh, those boys!” And then the lads heard him roll over and over in the darkness, trying to get out of the snarl of sticky bed sheets. Pepper burst out laughing, for he could hold in no longer. “Hi, you young rascal, who are you?” roared the irate teacher. “What do you mean by treating me in such a fashion?” “I hope you are having a sweet time of it, Professor!” called out Stuffer, in a deep bass voice. “The candy is yours, for nothing!” added Pepper. “But don’t eat too much, it may give you indigestion.” “Wait till I get hold of you!” cried Josiah Crabtree. “I’ll have you expelled from Putnam Hall!” He arose to his feet at last and started towards the door. But by the time he had it open the cadets had fled and he found the hall deserted. “The villains!” he murmured. “Oh, wait till I catch them! Just wait!” “What is the trouble, Mr. Crabtree?” came in a voice from a side hall, and Captain Putnam appeared, attired in a dressing gown and slippers. “The cadets—some of them have been playing tricks on me,” spluttered the teacher. “Indeed! What sort of tricks?” “They put molasses candy in my bed. I am stuck full of the sticky stuff!” “Who did it?” “I don’t know. But I am going to find out!” was the savage answer. “Some of them were out skylarking to-night and I went after them, but I didn’t catch them.” “This skylarking at night must stop,” said the master of the Hall. “If you find out who is guilty, report to me,” and he went back to his room. Safe in their dormitories, the cadets lost no time in disrobing and getting to bed. Some of them expected an immediate inspection, but it did not come. Josiah Crabtree visited a bathroom, to clear himself of the sticky candy, and by the time he had cleaned up it was too late to go after the boys who had played the joke.