Drums and fifes enlivened the way as the cadets started for the military academy.  The march was to take the balance of that afternoon and all of the next day.  During the night they were to camp out like regular soldiers on the march, in a big field Captain Putnam had hired for that purpose.

The march did not take the cadets through Oakville, so the Rover boys did not see the friends they had made in that vicinity.  They headed directly for the village of Bramley, and then for another small settlement named White Corners,—­why, nobody could tell, since there was not so much as a white post anywhere to be seen in that vicinity.

“It’s queer how a name sticks,” declared Tom, after speaking of this to his brother Dick.  “They might rather call this Brown Corners, since most of the houses are brown.”

At the Corners they obtained supper, which was supplied to the cadets by the hotel keeper, who had been notified in advance of their coming.

While they were eating a boy who worked around the stables of the hotel watched them curiously.  Afterwards this boy came up to Sam and Tom.

“We had a cadet here yesterday who was awfully mad,” said the boy.

“Had hydrophobia, eh?” returned Tom.  “Too bad!”

“No, I don’t mean that; I mean he was very angry.”

“What was the trouble?”

“I don’t know exactly, but I think he had been sent away from the school for something or other.”

“What was his name?”

“Lew Flapp.”

“Why, I thought he had gone home!” cried Sam.

“So did I,” answered his brother.  He turned to the hotel youth.  “What was this Flapp doing here?”

“Nothing much.  He asked the boss when you were expected here.”

“Is he here now?”

“No, he left last night.”

“Where did he go to?”

“I don’t know, but I thought I would tell you about the fellow.  I think he is going to try to do you cadets some harm.”

“Did he mention any names?”

“He seemed to be extra bitter against three brothers named Rover.”

“Humph!”

“Are the Rovers here?” went on the youth.

“I think they are, sonny.  I’m one, this is another, and there is the third,” and Tom pointed to Dick, who was at a distance, conversing with some other cadets.

“Oh, so you are the Rovers!  How strange that I should speak to you of this!”

“Which way did this Lew Flapp go?” questioned Sam. 
“Off the way you are bound.”

“I’ll wager he tries to make trouble for us on our way to Putnam Hall, Tom.”

“It’s not unlikely, Sam.”

“Shall we tell Captain Putnam of this?” Tom shook his head.

“No, let us tell Dick, though, and a few of the others.  Then we can keep our eyes peeled for Lew Flapp and, if he actually does wrong, expose him.”

A little later Tom and Sam interviewed Dick on the subject, and then they told Larry Colby, Fred Garrison, George Granbury, and half a dozen others.