rather weak-minded fellow who was easily led by those who cared to
exert an influence over him. At one time Link Smith had trained with
Lew Flapp and his evil associates, but fortunately for the
feeble-minded cadet he had been called home during the time when Lew
Flapp got into the trouble which ended by his dismissal from Putnam Hall.

Link Smith was pacing up and down sleepily when he heard a peculiar
whistle close at hand. He listened intently and soon heard the whistle
repeated.

"The old call," he murmured to himself. At first he did not feel like
answering, but presently did so. Then from out of the gloom stalked a
tall young fellow, dressed in the uniform of a cadet but with a face
that was strangely painted and powdered.

"Who is it?" questioned Link Smith, uneasily.

"Don't you know me, Link?"

"Lew Flapp!" cried the weak-minded cadet.

"Hush, not so loud, Link. Somebody might hear you."

"What do you want?"

"I want to visit the camp," answered Lew Flapp.