The Putnam Hall Encampment: or, The Secret of the Old Mill. Stratemeyer Edward

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!”

      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.

      “Mum’s the word, all around!” said Andy, after things had quieted down.

      “Reff Ritter and his cronies may give us away,” said Pepper.

      “If they do they had better look out!” answered one of the big students. “We want no tale-bearers in this school. I’ll warn them.” And, early in the morning he did so. It was a good move, for Coulter and Paxton were preparing to send a note to Captain Putnam, exposing Pepper, Jack and their chums.

      “You do anything of the sort and you’ll catch it good and hot!” said the big student. “Remember, we haven’t forgot how you acted during the rebellion. If you don’t behave yourselves we’ll make it so uncomfortable for you that you’ll want to go home.” And then, in fright, Coulter and Paxton tore the note up.

      By noon it was known throughout Cedarville that the church had been visited and the clapper of the bell taken. Some folks attributed the trick to the Pornell students, some to the Putnam Hall cadets, and still others to some village lads. A deacon of the church went to Pornell Academy and demanded the clapper, and got into a warm row with Doctor Pornell.

      “My students are young gentlemen, they would not do such a thing!” cried the head of the academy, wrathfully. “It is an outrage to accuse them.”

      “They weren’t any too good to paint the church porch red,” returned the deacon, pointedly. “If they have the clapper I want it.”

      At this remark Dr. Pornell subsided and made some inquiries, but, of course, the clapper was not found.

      It was not until evening that Josiah Crabtree went to his bureau drawer, to get out a clean dress shirt. He was still in a bad humor over the candy affair, and he hauled forth a shirt with no gentle hand.

      The next instant he let out a cry of commingled pain and astonishment for the clapper had rolled from the shirt and fallen on his toes. He danced around on one foot, trying to nurse the other.

      “Another trick!” he howled. “Oh my toes! The big one must be smashed to a jelly! And what is that iron thing?”

      He nursed his foot for several minutes and then picked up the clapper and turned it over.

      “A bell clapper! Ha! is it possible! It must be! The clapper belonging to the church! I must inform Captain Putnam of this at once!”

      Down the stairs he hobbled as well as his injured foot permitted. He found the master of the school just preparing to take a drive.

      “I have found it, sir!” cried the teacher. “It was hidden, where do you suppose? in one of my bureau drawers!”

      “Found what?” asked Captain Putnam.

      “The bell clapper belonging to the Union church.”

      “Is it possible?” And now the Captain’s face took on a look of concern, for one of the church members had asked him about the clapper during the afternoon.

      “I knew some of the boys were up to mischief last night,” went on Josiah Crabtree. “We ought to find out who is guilty.”

      “You are right.”

      “What of this bell clapper?”

      “I’ll return it to the church at once.”

      “And when will you investigate?”

      “To-morrow morning, as soon as the school session begins,” answered Captain Putnam. “Give me the clapper. I’ll return it myself.” And the article was placed in his charge and he drove off with it. He left it at the home of the church sexton, and it was that evening restored to its original position in the belfry.

      “We are in for trouble to-morrow,” said Pepper, late that evening, as he came in from a visit to the school library.

      “On account of the clapper?” asked Jack.

      “Yes. Captain Putnam is going to conduct a strict investigation to-morrow morning, as soon as school opens.”

      “What will you do if he questions every cadet?” asked Dale.

      “I’ll face the music,” answered Jack promptly.

      “What