“Better early than too late.”

“That’s true.”

The three cadets entered the local postoffice.  As they did so they came face to face with a big cadet, who was carrying a dress-suit case.

“Why, see, it’s Dan Baxter!” cried Andy.

“Hello, Baxter, coming back to Putnam Hall?” queried the young major.

“I am,” was the short answer of the bully.

“Been away quite awhile,” put in Pepper.

“Yes,” answered Baxter, shortly, and without another word he hurried out of the postoffice.

“Not very sociable,” remarked Jack, dryly.

“He acts as if he had something on his mind,” said Pepper.

“I wonder if he will be as bullying as he used to be,” mused Andy.

“If he is, he’ll get punched,” answered Pepper.  He had not forgotten his former encounters with Dan Baxter.

“It’s queer that Baxter and Ritter don’t hit it off better,” said Pepper, while Jack was asking about letters.  “They seem to be two of a kind.”

“They are in some ways,” answered Andy.  “But, somehow, I think Ritter is the worse of the two.”

In a moment the young major came up.  He was smiling broadly.

“Here’s the letter from dad, and what do you think?  He sent me a check for ten dollars more than I asked for!  Isn’t that fine?”

“Best ever,” answered Pepper.

“I’d like the same kind of a check,” returned Andy.

“While you are wishing, make it double the amount—­it doesn’t cost any more,” chattered The Imp.

From the postoffice the cadets strolled down the main street of the village, and then turned a corner near which were some new buildings.

“There is another cadet!” cried Jack, pointing ahead.  “Hello, where is he going?”

He and his chums looked and saw the boy in the uniform of a Putnam Hall student enter an unfinished building.  He was accompanied by a heavy-set man wearing a long overcoat and a soft hat.  The two were in earnest conversation.

“That looked like Reff Ritter to me,” cried Pepper.

“It was Ritter,” answered Andy.

“Who was the man?” asked the young major.

“That is what I want to know!” cried Andy.  “Say, I’m going to follow them!”

The acrobatic youth was plainly excited, and his chums could not help but notice it.

“What are you going to follow them for, Andy?” asked Jack.

“I want to see that man.”

“Do you know him?”

“I don’t know—­yet.  I want to find out.”

“If we follow them Ritter will think it mighty queer,” was Pepper’s comment.

“I don’t care—­I want to get a good look at that man,” answered Andy, doggedly.

The acrobatic youth led the way and his chums felt compelled to follow.  Ritter and the stranger had passed between two buildings.  They found a side doorway of one structure wide open, and stepped into a lathed but unplastered hallway.  Andy bounded up on an unfinished front piazza and stepped through an open casement into a lathed but unplastered parlor.