"I guess you're in for it, Dick," said Paul.
"I can prove what I went out for."
"Maybe. But I wonder who fired that gun?"
"I don't know. Some of the older cadets likely. Well, I s'pose I've got to go to Captain Hayden's room."
Dick found several other students gathered in the reception apartment of the head master. They were lads who had been found still up when their rooms were hurriedly entered after the blowing of taps, and the firing of the gun.
"Who was captain of the guard?" asked Captain Hayden, when he came in and faced a rather frightened lot of cadets.
"I was, sir," replied John Stiver.
"What did you see?"
"I was on duty, sir, near the main entrance of the south barracks, and the first I knew I saw the flash of the gun, and heard it go off."
"What else did you see?"
"I saw a cadet run from the campus into the barracks. He would not halt when I called to him."
"Who was it?"
"I don't like to say, sir."
"Very likely not, but you must."
"It was—it was Hamilton, sir."
"Ha!" exclaimed the head master.
"I went to the three elms to get my algebra which I had forgotten," said Dick.
"After taps?"
