"Ice cream for our room it is," said. Frank.

"And mum's the word about the wager, or Captain Putnam will spoil
the whole affair if he gets wind of it."

"Make me stakeholder," grinned Tom. I'd just like to lay hands on
about two quarts of chocolate cream."

"There won't be any stakeholder," said Dick.

"But when is this kite-flying contest to come off?"

The matter was talked over, and it was decided to wait until the
next Saturday, which would be, as usual, a half-holiday. In the
meantime some of the other boys heard there was going to be a
contest, although they knew nothing of the wager made, and half a
dozen other matches were arranged.

Saturday proved to be cool and clear with a stiff breeze blowing
directly from the west. This being so, it was decided, in order
to get clear of the woods in front of the Hall, to hold the
contests on Baker's Plain, a level patch of ground some distance
to the westward.

The cadets were soon on the way, shouting and laughing merrily
over the sport promised. Only a few remained behind, including
Jim Caven, who gave as his excuse that he had a headache.

"I'm glad he is not with us," said Dick. "I declare, for some