know one thing will happen during the encampment,” said one of the other cadets.
“What’s that?” asked Dale.
“There will be more or less hazing.”
“Right you are.”
“We ought to haze Ritter & Company,” cried Pepper. “They richly deserve it.”
“Right you are!” cried several.
“Maybe Ritter & Company will try to haze us,” said Fred.
“All right, let them try it,” answered Andy.
“I reckon we can give them as good as they send, every time!”
CHAPTER VII
WHAT THE GIRLS HAD TO TELL
“What do you say, Jack, to a spin on our wheels?”
“That suits me, Pepper. Shall we go alone, or ask some of the others?”
“I have already asked Andy and Dale.”
“Good enough.”
It was after school hours and still light. As the cadets had good bicycles they often took rides up and down the lake road, or out in the country back of Cedarville.
All of the cadets were soon ready for the spin, and off they went, Jack and Pepper abreast, with Andy and Dale close behind.
“Want a race?” asked Andy. “I feel as if I could ride like the wind.”
“Well, I’ll go you!” cried Pepper.
“I’m not stripped for racing, but I’ll join in for the fun of it,” said Dale.
“So will I,” added the young major.
Coming to a smooth portion of the road the four bicycle riders drew up abreast.
“How far is this race to be?” questioned Dale.
“Oh, to Boston and back,” cried Pepper, with a grin.
“Make it Hong Kong while you are at it,” added Jack gaily.
“We’ll race to the old white post,” said Andy. “That’s a mile and a half from here.”
“Done!” cried the others.
“All ready?”
“Yes.”
“Then go!”
Off shot the four cadets, keeping abreast for a distant of several rods. Then Andy pedalled to the front.
“Here is where I bid you good-bye!” sang out the acrobatic youth.
“Not much you don’t!” answered Pepper, and commenced to push on his pedals harder than ever. He soon ranged alongside of Andy, and away they went, side by side, with Dale and Jack dropping further and further behind.
“I can’t make time in this uniform,” said the young major. “Let them race it out.”
“Just what I say,” answered Dale. “I hate to get in a perspiration right before supper anyway.”
On and on went Andy and Pepper. The road was in excellent condition and so were the cadets. Each lad rode well and it remained a question as to who would come in ahead.
Half the distance to the post had been covered when the racers reached a turn. Around this they sped, and as they did so an unexpected scream reached their ears. It came from two girls in a buggy.
“Don’t run us down!” came the cry. And then the cadets saw that the girls had been in the act of turning their buggy around and that the turnout completely filled the road.
There was but one thing to do and that was to turn aside. Andy went to the right and Pepper to the left, and each brought up rather suddenly in a clump of bushes. Andy flew over his handle bars, and it was only his acrobatic agility that saved him from being seriously hurt.
Both of the girls screamed again, this time louder than ever.
“They are killed!” moaned one.
“Oh, how dreadful!” came from the other.
“It’s our fault, Flossie!”
“I know it, Laura!”
Their horse, greatly startled by the sudden appearance of the bicyclists, had begun to rear and plunge and for the moment the girls had to give all their attention to the animal in an effort to quiet it.
“Why, it’s Pepper Ditmore!” cried the older girl, as The Imp arose to his feet from the bushes.
“And Andy Snow,” added the other girl.
Still somewhat dazed the cadets looked again at the girls and now recognized two old acquaintances, Laura and Flossie Ford. They were the daughters of Rossmore Ford, a rich gentleman who had a fine summer home on a point of the lake shore. As related in “The Putnam Hall Cadets,” Andy, Jack and Pepper had once saved Laura and Flossie from drowning, and for this brave act the Fords were extremely grateful.
“How do you do, girls!” cried Pepper, with a grim smile.
“Oh, Pepper are you hurt?” queried Laura anxiously.
“Not much, scratched a little, that’s all.”
“And what of you, Andy?” questioned Flossie.
“Got a few bush leaves down my neck, that’s all,” answered Andy. His wrist was a good deal scratched but he kept it out of sight, not wishing to alarm the girls still more.
“Can we do anything for you?” questioned Laura.
“Might bake us a few pies, – as you did when we ran away from school,” answered Andy.
“How absurd!” cried Flossie, and gave a laugh. “Oh, I am so glad you didn’t hurt yourselves seriously.”
By this time Jack and Dale were coming up, and the situation was quickly explained. The young major shook hands with the girls and turned the horse around for them. The Ford girls were glad to meet the cadets but sorry that they had interrupted the race so disastrously.
“Oh, it was a tie anyway,” said Andy. “I don’t care, if Pep doesn’t.”
“It wasn’t much of a race anyway,” answered Pepper. “How have you been since we saw you last?” he added.
“Very well,” answered Laura. “How are matters at the school? We heard somebody had taken the clapper of the Union Church.”
“So we heard, too,” said Dale dryly. “But that’s a thing of the past now. We are getting ready to go into camp again – this time in the regular fashion, under Captain Putnam and the teachers, you know.”
“How delightful!” murmured Flossie. “And where are you going?”
“Up to Lake Caboy, near the river and the falls.”
“Well, of all things!”
“What makes you so surprised?” asked Dale.
“Why, we are going up to Lake Caboy ourselves – up to the new summer hotel there. Papa and mamma thought it would be a change for us.”
“Then we may see something of each other,” said Jack. “That will be fine.”
“We’ll come down to your camp – if you’ll allow visitors,” said Flossie.
“I guess Captain Putnam will have to allow them. Every time we go into camp the country folks come to see us. They like to see the tents and the uniforms, and like to see us drill.”
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