“So would I,” added Bob Grenwood.

“Very well, you three cadets can go along,” replied the captain.  “It is possible you may be needed—­if poor Snow has been hurt.”  He turned to Jack.  “How do you feel, Major Ruddy?”

“Oh, I guess I’ll be all right after I have rested up,” answered Jack, with a faint smile.

“You have a cut on the forehead.”

“Yes, sir, but it doesn’t hurt like it did.”

“Better bathe it with warm water and put something on it,” said Captain Putnam, and then leaped into the carriage, and Pepper, Stuffer and Bob followed.

“Hope they find Andy all right,” said Joe Nelson, as the turnout moved off in the direction the runaway had taken.

“Yes, it would be too bad if Andy was seriously injured,” answered the young major.  “Come on, I’m going in and wash up and put some witch hazel on my forehead.”

“Glad to see you, young gentlemen,” said a pleasant voice, when the newcomers entered the school building, and George Strong, the second assistant teacher, stepped forward to shake each by the hand.  “I hope you all had a nice time this summer.”  And then he asked about the broken-down carryall and looked at Jack’s wound.

Although he did not say so to his chums, Jack was glad enough to get upstairs to his dormitory and rest.  The room was a large one and was occupied not only by the young major but also by Pepper, Andy and several others.  While some of the boys busied themselves in arranging their things, Jack rested in an easy chair near the window.

“Quite a few new fellows here this term,” said Fred, who was present.  “I understand that all of the new dormitories that were built in the wing this summer will be filled up.”

“That shows the school is growing popular,” answered the young major.

“Jack, aren’t you afraid somebody will try to get your position away from you?” went on Fred.

“What do you mean, Fred?  Try to be elected major?”

“Yes.”

“Well, some of the fellows deserve the position.  Bart Connors, the captain of Company B, would make a fine major, and so would Henry Lee, the captain of Company A. And Sergeant Dave Kearney is a good fellow who deserves promotion.”

“Then you don’t care so much for the position?”

“Oh, yes, I do care.  But I realize that it isn’t fair to be major all the time.  I’m willing to step down and give the other fellows a show.”

“But not a fellow like Reff Ritter, or that Dan Baxter you told me about.”

“No, I couldn’t stand for those chaps.”

“Reff is as sore as he can be over what happened last term.”

“I know it.”

“Dale says he knows something about Reff.”

“I do,” came from Dale Blackmore, who had entered a moment before.  “Do you know, in one way I am sorry for Ritter,” he added.

“What is it you know?” asked Fred.