"Drink this, quick," cried Flapp, more eagerly than ever.
"All right," said Dick, and spilt a little out of the glass onto the floor. "Wonder what makes' my hand shake so?" he murmured.
"Take this and it will brace you up," put in Pender.
"Ha, look there!" yelled Dick, gazing fixedly at the rear of the den. "See the three-headed owl!"
All looked in the direction and again he threw the contents of the glass behind him. Then he pretended to drink, while glaring at the cadets around him.
"Funny, I can't count you any more!" he muttered. "Six, seven, ten, 'leven, nine; Say, I'm all mixed up. Who put me on the merry-go-'round anyway?" He began to stagger. "Guess I'm on a toboggan slide, ain't I?" and he acted as if he could no longer stand up right.
"Cut him loose, fellows!" cried Flapp, and this was done, and Dick staggered to the table, clutched it, slid to the floor and acted as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.
"Say, that was dead easy!" cried Pender gleefully. "Took the stuff like a lamb."
"What's to do next, Flapp?" asked Jackson.
