“You are sure about that?” demanded Andy.

“Certainly I am sure,” growled the man.  “Do you doubt my word?”

“If it wasn’t you it was a man who looks very much like you,” said Andy, pointedly.  “Will you tell me your name?”

“It’s none of your business, boy!  I never met you, and that settles it.  I’m in a hurry now, I’ve got to get to Ithaca, so I’ll thank you to let me pass.”  And so speaking the stranger brushed forward.  Andy put out his hand, as if to detain him, but then changed his mind.  In a moment more the man was hurrying down the street.  He turned the nearest corner without looking back.

“I believe he is the same fellow, and I believe he robbed me!” cried Andy.

“Possibly he is, but you are not sure of it,” answered the young major.  “And it would be foolhardy to have him arrested when you have no evidence against him.”

“He acted as if he was scared,” came from Pepper.  “That growl of his was all put on.”

“I wish I had forced him to give me his name and address.”

“That’s true.”

“You can get that from Reff Ritter.”

“Providing Ritter will give it,” added Jack.  “He may be as backward about it as the man was himself.”

“Why should he be, if the man is honest?”

“Perhaps he won’t want it known that he met the man,” said Pepper.  “He came in here rather sneakingly.”

“Where did Ritter go?”

“To the Hall, most likely.  It’s time we got back, too.”

The three cadets left the vicinity of the unfinished buildings and were soon on the way to the school.  As they trudged along they talked over what had happened, and also discussed the arrival of Dan Baxter.

“Baxter will try to stir things up,” said Jack.  And he was right, the bully did stir up the whole school, but it was not until the next term, after the young major had left.

About half the distance to Putnam Hall had been covered when the three cadets discovered a crowd ahead of them.

“Who are those fellows?” asked Pepper.

“Pornell Academy lads,” announced Andy.  “And see, they have spotted us!”

He was right, the other crowd, nine strong, were students from Pornell.  They were led by Roy Bock and a fellow named Grimes.  They had been good-naturedly snowballing each other, but now they stopped.

“Three Putnam Hall cadets!” cried Bock.  “Come on, fellows, here’s a chance for sport.”

“Let’s snowball ’em good and proper!” exclaimed Grimes.

“Everybody on the jump!” yelled another Pornell youth.

“Let’s surround ’em,” was the suggestion offered.

“We’ll hammer the daylights out of ’em,” came from one lad, who could only be brave when backed up by a crowd.

“Yes, surround ’em, don’t let ’em get away!” cried Bock.  “Come on!” And he led the way on the run, making snowballs as he moved.

CHAPTER XIX