"They are going to drug me as sure as fate," reasoned Dick. "How can I outwit them?"
While he was deliberating there was a noise outside, as a night bird swept by the entrance to the hermit's den.
All of the masked cadets were startled and looked in that direction.
By inspiration Dick seized the moment to throw the contents of the glass over his shoulder into a dark corner. When the crowd turned back hf had the glass turned up to his mouth and was going through the movement of swallowing.
"Ugh! what ugly stuff," he said, handing the glass to one of the crowd.
"Ha! he has swallowed the poison!" cried Lew Flapp, and nudged Rockley in the ribs. "That was easy, wasn't it?" he whispered.
"Give him the second glass," muttered Rockley. "That will make him as foolish as a fiddler."
Pender already had the glass handy. He passed it to Dick, who suddenly glared at him in an uncertain manner. Dick had smelt the liquor in the first glass and now realized something of the plot to bring him to disgrace.
"Say, but that stuff makes me feel light-headed," he said. "Wasn't so bad, after all."
