their story. All of the others were indignant at Baxter's doing
and glad to learn he had been given a sound drubbing.

"I don't see why he hangs in this neighborhood," said Larry.
"It's a wonder he doesn't try to join his father."

"They are probably on the outs since Dan took that two hundred
dollars," answered Tom.

The boys were all tired that night, and the occupants of
Dormitory No. 6 retired early in consequence.

It was a little after midnight that Dick awoke with a cough. He
sat up in bed and opened his eyes to find the room almost filled
with smoke.

"For gracious sake!" he muttered. "What's the matter here? Sam!
Tom!"

"What's this?" came from Larry Colby. "Is the house on fire?"
He leaped from his bed, and so did Dick. By this time the smoke
in the dormitory was getting thicker and thicker. It was coming
through the door, which stood partly open.

"Wake up, boys; the Hall is on fire!"

"Fire! Fire! Fire!" came from all parts of the building.

One after another the cadets roused up. Some were completely
bewildered and did not know what to do.