THE DOCTORED CAKE
Two days later Pepper and Andy were out on the lake skating, when Andy
broke his skate and pitched flat on the ice.
“Hullo, what are you doing?” cried Pepper.
“Looking to see how thick the ice is,” was the merry retort.
“I thought you were looking for stars,” went on the Imp.
“No, thanks, I didn’t go down on the back of my head. Just the same, my
left skate is broken.”
“That’s too bad.”
Both of the boys looked the broken skate over, and then retired to the
old boathouse to see if they could not fix it. By chance they entered
the place which Dan Baxter’s crowd had been using from time to time as a
rendezvous.
“Hullo, look here!” cried Pepper, gazing around. “I didn’t know that
anybody came here.”
“Neither did I.”
“Here are lots of cigarette butts.”
“Yes, Pep, and—look in the corner.”
Pepper looked in the direction pointed out. From under a pile of old
leaves, which the wind had blown into the boathouse when the door was
open, shone the neck of a bottle.
“A wine bottle, I declare, Andy. Can it be that some of the fellows have
been drinking down here?”
“I don’t know. It looks a little like it.”
“But that is against the rules.”
“So is smoking, and those butts look to be pretty fresh.”
The boys were mystified, but could not answer the question which arose
in their minds. They looked around for what they were after, but could
not mend the broken skate.
“I’ll have to take it down to Cedarville and have it mended,” said the
acrobatic youth. “Maybe I can get off to-morrow.”
“If you can’t, I’ll lend you a pair, Andy. I have two.”
“Thank you, Pep. But I like this pair. They just fit my feet.”
It was not until the following Tuesday that Pepper, Andy, and Jack got
permission to visit Cedarville, the nearest steamboat town on the lake
to Putnam Hall. In the meantime, on Monday, Dale and Hogan came to them
in some little excitement.
“We have got news,” said Dale.
“Dan Baxter is going to celebrate,” added the Irish cadet. “Sure an’
he’s going to have an iligant spread, so he is!”
“What is he going to celebrate?” asked Pepper, with interest.
“He got a big allowance from home—smuggled it past Captain Putnam, too,”
explained Dale. “As a consequence, he is going to give the fellows of
his dormitory a feast, or something like that.”
“How did you learn all this?” asked Jack.
“By accident. Baxter passed a note to Paxton, who dropped it. I thought
it was some plot against us, and read the note. Then I heard Paxton
telling Billy Sabine. Baxter is going to make it the biggest spread ever
given in this school.”
“That is our chance to get even with him!” cried Pepper, his eyes
dancing. “We ought to doctor up that feast for them.”
“How can we do it?” asked Jack.
“Oh, I’ll think up something before the time comes,” answered the Imp.
“When does it come off?”
“Wednesday night.”
This was all Dale and Emerald could tell, and a minute later Jack,
Pepper, and Andy entered the classroom for the afternoon session.
It was not until after school on Tuesday that the three boys started for
Cedarville. It was rather a long distance, but they did not mind it.
They skated part of the way on the lake and then took to the wagon-road.
Cedarville was not a large place, but it boasted of some rather good
stores, and also a blacksmith shop and several churches. The cadets went
to the churches from time to time and were fairly well known to all of
the storekeepers.
Having left the broken skate where it could be mended, Andy and his
chums walked around the town and made several small purchases. Coming
out of one of the stores they met a farmer whom they knew, he having
delivered potatoes and other vegetables at the Hall.
“How are you, Mr. Shepard?” said Jack.
“How do you do, boys?” answered the farmer. “Visitin’ town, eh?”
“No, we’re out hunting elephants,” answered Pepper, with a grin.
At this the farmer, who was a good-natured man, laughed.
“Got to have your joke, I see,” he observed. “How be you gettin’ on at
school?”
“Bang-up,” answered Andy.
“Captain Putnam is a powerful good man.”
“Yes, we all like the captain,” answered Jack. “How are matters at your
farm this winter?”
“Kind o’ slow. Had some of the boys over yesterday.”
“Who?”
“A feller named Baxter and two friends. They come fer some apples an’
cider an’ some other things. Got my wife to cook a turkey fer ’em too.”
“Oh, yes, we know something about that spread,” said Jack, carelessly.
“He is going to give some of the boys something great.”
“Have you delivered the stuff yet?” asked Pepper.
“Goin’ to at supper time to-morrow night.”
“Not at the academy?” said Andy.
“No, he said it was to be a surprise on everybody.”
“On some of the fellows,” corrected Pepper.
“You are going to leave the stuff somewhere for him, I suppose,” said
Andy.
“Yes—outside the grounds—at seven sharp,” answered Amos Shepard, and
then as a farmhand came along, he walked away with the man.
“This is certainly news,” was Pepper’s comment. “Boys, we must get hold
of that stuff if we can do it.”
“Right you are,” answered Jack. “But how is it to be done? We don’t know
where Mr. Shepard will leave it, and it won’t do to ask him.”
“No, that would make him suspicious,” said Andy. “But I know what we can
do.”
“What?”
“Sneak out on the road that runs from his farm over to the Hall. When he
comes along we can watch and see where he goes.”
“Good for you!” cried Pepper. “Just the very thing!”
The walking had made the boys hungry, and before starting on the return
to the Hall they entered the main bakery of Cedarville, to get some
cakes and a small pie.
“Hullo, there’s a big cake for you!” cried Pepper, pointing to one that
had just been placed on a back shelf. “I shouldn’t mind a slice of
that!”
“Maybe you’ll get a slice of it,” said the baker, rubbing his hands
together and smiling in a meaning manner.
“How so?” asked Andy, quickly.
“Oh, you wait and see,” said the baker.
“Can that be a cake Dan Baxter ordered?” whispered Jack to his chums.
“Maybe,” said Pepper. He followed the baker to the back of the shop. “I
guess that’s Baxter’s cake, eh?” he whispered into the man’s ear.
The baker winked suggestively.
“Is he coming for it, or are you going to send it to him?”
“He told me not to say anything about it to anybody,” replied the baker.
“Oh! Well, I won’t ask questions then. Don’t say anything about our
being here,” went on Pepper. “It might hurt his feelings, if he knew we
had seen the cake before he showed it.”
“I shan’t say a word,” answered the baker.
The boys paid for their purchases and quitted the bakery, and looking
through the window they saw the baker leave the shop to go to work at
his oven, which was in the cellar.
“Oh, if only we could doctor that cake!” murmured Pepper. “I’d give a
dollar to be able to do it!”
“The icing on the top was soft,” said Andy.
“It’s a raisin cake,” said Jack. “A few stones in place of some raisins
wouldn’t go bad.”
“And a little pepper would give it an extra flavor,” said Pepper, with a
wink. “Come on!”
He ran to the nearest grocery store and there procured some strong red
pepper. In the meantime Andy found a cleared spot in a sunny corner of
the village and got a handful of sand.
The three boys walked back to the vicinity of the bakery. The baker was
not in sight. But there was a bell on his door, which rang out sharply
every time the door was opened.
“We can’t go in by the door,” said Jack. “He will come at once, as soon
as the bell rings.”
“There is a side window—let us try that,” said Pepper.
“Supposing he comes?” asked Andy.
“We can buy some more cakes.”
The window opened out on a lane and was located close to the shelf upon
which rested the cake. They found the lower sash unfastened and raised
it cautiously. Then all three hopped into the bakery and stepped over to
where the cake rested.
It took but a few minutes to fill the cake with pepper and fine sand.
This done, they smoothed down the half-soft icing with the blade of a
pocketknife. Just as they were finishing the work they heard footsteps
on the stairs in the rear.
“Quick—out you go!” cried Pepper, and cleared the window, followed by
his chums. Then they put down the sash and ran off, without the baker
catching sight of them or having any idea of what had been done.
“That cake will taste fine,” said Andy, with a laugh, when they were on
their way back to the Hall. “Won’t Dan Baxter and his crowd enjoy it!”
“They’ll want to hang us if they find us out,” said Jack.
“We must take good care that they don’t find us out,” came from Pepper.
“Now, if we can only locate the things Mr. Shepard is going to bring
over,” went on Jack.
“I’d like to lay hold of the turkey,” said Andy. “Yum! yum! I wouldn’t
do a thing to that bird!”
“Ditto here!” cried Pepper. “Oh, we must locate the turkey by all
means—and some bread and butter. Think of nice turkey sandwiches!”
“And a few apples!”
And thus talking of what more they intended to do, the three cadets
hurried back to Putnam Hall with all possible speed.