"Hi, below there! Who's taking my name in vain?" came from Tom,
and suddenly his head appeared at the top of one of the openings on
the side of the stage.

"I was just telling what Nellie Laning did, Tom. When you made
that splendid kick--"

"Stow it, you moving-picture camera!" cried Tom, his face growing
suddenly red. "You see altogether too much."

"Do I?" drawled Harry dryly. "Maybe. And then when Dick made his
run, pretty Dora Stanhope just put out her arms as if she wanted to
hug -- Whow!"

Harry Blossom's banter came to a sudden ending, for, as red in the
face as his brother, Dick Rover reached forward and thrust a banana
he was eating into the tormenter's half open mouth. Harry gulped
once or twice, then the fruit disappeared as if by magic.

"All right, Dick, I accept the bribe and will henceforth be
silent," he said solemnly, as soon as he could speak.

"That's right, tie up your tongue, unless you want to be lifted
from the stage," said Tom.

"It's all right," put in Dave Kearney, another cadet. "Dora
Stanhope and the Laning girls are nice folk and I don't blame
anybody for being sweet on them."

"Yes, but you keep out of their cornfield, or you'll have all three